"the old traveler is enchanted and lost in the bonario restaurant two of salerno, a stone's throw from the hotel plaza in which he lives. a magical space, elegant, shaded, with long tables and a vaguely esoteric climate. the surprising restaurant, Mario, who speaks to you in the waiting of the dishes, with the colored voivacity of a character ocited by the shoe scene. Graduated in philology (so at least of boasting,) he shows himself perfectly able to hold his head with respectful irony at a table of artists of the paloscenic, scholars and writers. explains also the reasons for the arcane name, track two, for the presence of a member once, then dismissed for other professions (and misconstrued it seems,) replaced by an authoritative wife, who gave him sons to bunches and a strong subjection. every morning when we wake up, in fact, our amphitheatre demands from his companion a kiss and the assurance of an untouched love, in the fear of being hunted. and note that the house, as stated, is of its own property. not only stage jokes, because in the meantime they arrive, with delays due to the elaborate composition, foods with an irresistible taste, of complex composition. Baroque architectures are in fact mixed pasta, creams of potatoes, shrimps and smoked provola and the anchovies then in love, fried and breaded, lying on a bed of chickpeas, with inside ricotta di bufala. the guests coming from the spagna and from various regions of Italy shout enthusiastically, and we all bow to the Departing genius."
