Our Man in Eurpoe/dave delacroix/take 36: Buono Appetito!

Take 36: Buono Appetito!


The predominant religion in Italy....is LUNCH. 1.30pm thru 3.30. It's the apex of daily life and if U want to piss off ANYONE, go cause a "ruckus" during this sacred afternoon ritual.
Italians will put up with just about anything, even bad government; though as any Politician will tell you (probably coyned by Napoleon): "It's NOT difficult to Rule the Italian People. It's USELESS."

As for Lunch? Most business's shut their doors. Church bells go on "stealth" mode. Traffic stops. Cops chow on down. NO crook will will rob any bank at this time. Forget the bus. Taxis? U might get lucky. The cabbie will be a foreigner. Morroccan, maybe. Any American style business, i.e. McDonalds or chain Supermarket will - to be sure - staffed by SEETHING personnel.

In the home? Turn off the stereo/ALL electrical appliances. Do NOT play - if U have one - the Piano Accordian... OR start vacuuming.
If U have to sneeze? Do it quietly. And, obviously, do NOT get loaded and start singing "O sole Mio", no matter how sweetly.
Better U pop a cork, "graze", then take a nap.

Lastly? And, GOD FORBID!!! -do NOT telephone anyone, not even your Priest. They'll respond sharply: "I'm EATING, numbnuts!"
(With the Priest?) "You're frickin Excommunicated!!!"
It goes without saying, if U DO...you will (ahah!) never eat Lunch in this town again!

That's in the North.

South of Napoli?... You'll get "wacked!"

Buono appetito!.....:)


c 2012/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piacenza/ides of March.

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix: take 35: Greek Salad (a riddle)

Take 35: Greek Salad (a riddle)


Is NON-ART not ART-ART; a question, recently poised (obliquely) to me by the lovely Giada...with ample portrusions...?
The question, of course, was rivetting. So were her portrusions.

(Nevertheless) I explained: NON-ART is just fine as long as you can hang it on your dining room wall.

ART-ART? Ahah! -THAT is the question!?....Like facing your WIFE after you've just been busted for sleeping with your best friend's fiance.

Your best friend "goes away" and joins the Foreign Legion (so does your Wife). The fiance dosent give a "Monkey's Uncle". And you?... Well? -you get some sleep.

c 2012/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piacenza/march/on my way to gig at the CIRCOLO RECREATIVO VIK, via Campagna: cool vino