She kept saying "you'll feel better if you eat something" and I kept thinking "no, you'll feel better if I eat something".
I couldn't eat anything. I was sick, absinthe sick. The thought of food was revolting. It was all I could do to rise from my mattress on the floor. It wasn't a good day.
I agreed to go out, mainly because she would feel better if I ate something and even better than that, if she ate something. Then she wanted to go someplace on the nearest street, a place she'd been before which didn't interest me at all. Even in my hampered state I still was who I was; I wasn't willing to go just anyplace. "Let's walk down here" I said, leading the way down a side street off the main drag, "I saw a place here the other day that looked interesting". She wanted to make me happy I guess, so she was willing, this time, to walk the long extra block for her food reward.
Good food. That is what I can tell you about Cenacolo.
It was mid-afternoon and not very busy. We sat inside near a warm pizza oven. I ordered a very good pizza. It had a nicely blistered crust, arugula, juicy cherry tomatoes, and cured meat. If anything would take away the absinthe blues this pizza was it. It began to work its magic.
She was quite complementary of her Saltimbocca.
This is good food here at Cenacolo. Not the sort of food I generally go for but something about well prepared Italian warms the soul and brings one back to life. It worked on me, maybe not while I was sitting there, but as I left I felt a bit less wrecked.
Head down a side street off the main drag and discover something good. Cenacolo, their soul-warming pizza, and their praise-worthy Saltimbocca await.
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