A rather strange thing happened at Vicolina at Saturday night.
I was seduced by a dover sole livornese, one of the specials, which are usually listed without price.
So, I ordered the sole.
The waiter took my order, then he came back. He said: ‘I must tell you, Mr. Grunberg. The sole is 95 dollars, personally I find this a bit overpriced. I’m sorry to tell you this.’
‘No, you are right,’ I said. ‘Absurdism has its limits.’
‘I’m sorry,’ he said.
‘No, thank you,’ I answered.
I ordered the cacio e pepe, which was mediocre. But that’s a minor detail. The theater is everything, the theater is home.