weird Italian

Based on my Italian dining in the US I could assure anyone oil, vinegar, salt, and pepper would be preset or delivered to the table along with the bread, but in Puglia and Lombardia bread was served without oil and vinegar. Unlike my barrio where my broken Spanish is encouraged, Italians want to hear Italian spoken correctly. I occasionally wanted to get around hearing my Italian corrected, so I morphed into baby talk . . aka speaking Italian so slowly and deliberately it was clear I was not trying to pass off my Italian as passable. It was effective, and nearly every time I caffe instead of an Italian lesson. Unlike Spanish there is no buenas tardes, and I never heard the Italian version of como esta. I switched from buongiorno to buona sera when the shadows got long, and it was effective most of the time.

About Tom Doody

middle-age American living in New Jersey near the Lincoln Tunnel
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