I barely remember yesterday. I checked into the hotel and then set off to go to a museum, but I was too late, so I just walked. I stand had a beer in a very nice main square that has lots of cafes. It was freezing. I wandered around looking for a place to eat. I walked down a side street that had many restaurants. There were hawkers out in front trying to drum up business. I got hooked and reeled in by a very heavy youngish Italian man. It was an Italian restaurant that I think he and his father own. He sat me towards the back and went back out to the street to try to lure more people in. What a life. It must be very anxiety provoking to have your livelihood depend on hawking.
He seated me in the back. All of a sudden the smell of mold made itself known. It was very wrong, coming from the kitchen. I really wanted to leave but instead I asked to sit in the front.
I ordered lasagna with meat sauce and mistakenly got lasagna with blue cheese sauce. It makes me sick just thinking of it.
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