While working on A separate project about Italy and it's culture I remembered about this little place on Park street me and an old friend stumbled across, after work. I remember vividly walking up the big hill after a glass or two of wine and maybe because of the tiring idea of walking up we turned to the left and admired the warm lights from the big windows. All the waiters talking passionately with customers. They sat us at the bar as they didn't have tables on a busy night. Every night is busy. What I assumed was the owner, Zio Simone was charismatic and loud and offered us a bottle of wine from the town my dad grew up close to, Frascati. 

The momory was so lovely and made me feel a tenderness inside. Maybe becuase i missed my friend that i hadn't seen in years now. It's one of those places that always makes you smile and that you will remember for the food and the cosy enviroment.  this is how i felt when I went back in...