It's always been our thing, mine and Barbra's. The wine lunches.
In fact, I think that's how we first met. At a lunch, consisting of nothing but squashed grapes. At least it is one of your five-a-day.
After five years of friendship, I believe it's important to maintain traditions like these. You know, keep the spark going.
Now that spark would be much easier maintained had Barbra not decided to pack up and leave for flaming Israel two years ago. Since then, our wine lunches have been much less frequent.
But now it was finally time again. On a sunny day, in beautiful Palermo, wine and gossip was going to be had in abundance!
Following a failed attempt by me to find a Jewish restaurant in Palermo we instead stumbled upon a lovely little roof terrace in the middle of town and after climbing up a thousand-and-one steps of stairs, we really had earned that wine.
I had forgotten what an Italian meal entails. The starter could probably have fed a smaller African country for a week or so and by the time I had gotten to the main course I really couldn't even imagine how on Earth I would manage to physically move myself away from that terrace in the foreseeable future. An Atkins follower would probably have self destructed at the bare sight of it.
Those hours of playing catch up was way overdue and to ensure it wasn't all girlie talk about... Well, boys - Barbra was also forced to give me the Kosher for Dummies lecture. I had a notebook and everything. She will get bored with this eventually. By then I will hopefully have found myself another spare time interest. Like Greek mythology or something.
Although yummy, the meal was nothing compared to the wine. It was magic. Literally. The decanter somehow seemed to fill itself up throughout the four hours spent on that roof and when we left it had disappeared from the bill. Telling you. Magic.
There's also the fact that after having visited said restaurant, it was nowhere to be found and in spite of trying to find the name and location, it seems like it's vanished into thin air. The fact that we couldn't find it was also completely unrelated to the bottomless wine carafe we had enjoyed in the sun. Just making that clear.
Anyway, the place does exist. I found a box of matches from there when heading home from Sicily.
If you're ever in Palermo and wish to check out the magic wine - Il Pipino Rosso is your place.
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| Only in Italy is this a starter |
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