Table for One in Florence!
My first evening in
Florence was a Saturday and I would never go out in Glasgow on this night of
the week without booking but had the bare-faced cheek to do it in of the most beautiful
cities in the world.
I was staying on laPiazza Santo Spirito which is in the very Bohemian Oltrarno area of the
city. When I arrive there’s a very
exciting and yet familiar feeling to the place and the lady who gives me the
keys to the apartment suggests a Trattoria nearby for a bite to eat. It’s at the other end of the square and when
I get there it’s queued out onto the street.
I do my usual, walk straight up to the front and say 'I’ve booked a table'. The guy
looks at me, laughs, then takes me to a Table
for One saying,
“Sei furba, ma bella, e cosi
ti permetto di mangiare questa sera!.”
He was basically saying
I was a cheeky wee bastard but I could eat just the same because I looked
alright. My luck was in, more ways than
one, or so I thought. I ordered the
baccala, it was finished, so I said I’d have the tripe, there was none of that
either. So I asked the lady what did
they actually have left?
“Everything else!”
She replied, looking at me as if I was an imbecile. I’d actually forgotten how much of a shit the Italians don’t give about anything. It’s very funny.
Funnier still was the fact I’d forgotten my purse and when I said, very meekly, to the bossy woman she was very understanding and although I offered to leave my bag, she was having none of it and said I had an 'honest face' and could come back with the money.
She replied, looking at me as if I was an imbecile. I’d actually forgotten how much of a shit the Italians don’t give about anything. It’s very funny.
Funnier still was the fact I’d forgotten my purse and when I said, very meekly, to the bossy woman she was very understanding and although I offered to leave my bag, she was having none of it and said I had an 'honest face' and could come back with the money.
When I went back she
laughed and said she knew where I was staying anyway because my key holder was
her friend and had phoned earlier to reserve the table. They had been expecting
me and when I looked over at the guy who had taken me to my table he just
smiled and blew me a kiss. They had a
right good laugh at my expense.
I love the Tallies!
I love the Tallies!
So, if you ever go to Florence, no matter where you are staying
try to take a trip over to the south side of the river to Via dei Michelozzi
9/R 50125 Firenze and remember to phone and book a table…0039 (0)55 218624
Warning: Many of the streets in Florence are cobbled so you need to wear comfortable, but gorgeous, shoes, even in the evening. I carried my heels in a Langchamps shopper which is acceptable in any country day or night!
You are in Italy after all!
You are in Italy after all!
I choose these beauties!
See you next time!
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