This afternoon I went to Beppe for lunch.
The restaurant was rather empty, but it’s summer time, we are in the midst of a depression, an empty restaurant can happen.
I took a seat at the bar, next to three people, two women and a man.
After a while the maître d’ came to me and she said: "Excuse me, but we are closed.”
“Oh you have a private party,” I said.
“No, not really. We are out of water.”
“Out of water?”
“Yes. No water. We can offer you wine, or drinks. But no food.”
Wine sounded tempting, but I needed some food.
“Well,” I answered. “Too bad. Another time.”
I got up.
“What's wrong with your water?” I asked out of curiosity.
“We are just out of it,” she said.
Then I decided that it was time to leave the restaurant.