Where's

the de Cecco? 

Shades of

"The Pianist." 

Nothing subliminal

about advertising. 

I'm saving

my full bile for Sunday, but really. It's as if John McCain is reviewing restaurants. Squiggly, she says? Don't get me started on the wine ignorance on parade . . .  

How do you say

oy in Italian? I'm kicking myself for never learning how to translate "meatballs" into "figures lie and liars figure." And still wondering why pasta flour would be cheaper than the pizza kind.  

(Filched from Animamundi) 

Mme Sarkozy

is just as easy as you've read. Funny, I've thought Italian cooking is getting more French and have almost reconsidered an old rant.