Although after about thirty-five today, meeting a person, I am reminded of something that I still remember.
The person I met I struggled a bit 'to recognize because of its premature aging and its excessive weight loss and, in practice, for all his appearance changed and much worse than many years ago.
was, at that time, the thirty year old owner of a pizzeria here in Rome for several years has been the favorite destination for me and my family as prices lower than the pizzerias in the area and the cook, very good, was the wife of owner.
made cooking, shopping affordable and within walking distance of the house where I lived.
Apart from working the night pizzeria, one o'clock every day, except Saturday, you could have lunch but the menu was fixed. On Sunday, however, always at lunch, you could choose your favorite dishes. The reason for this difference was due to the fact that the owners had signed an agreement with the University La Sapienza, not far from the square, which was frequented by university students out of the office properly equipped with good-table.
Outside the room there was always a large group of students waiting to get rid of places at the table.
Almost every Sunday we used to go to lunch in that space.
One evening, a basketball game ended with victory where the team played well as my son, the parents' group, which was part of the public present in the gym, including myself, organized an evening to spend together in the pizzeria. Unanimously, intrigued by the name, we chose to order all the "crazy pizza" which was defined by its owners as a house specialty. Practically in the pizza, in contrast to "capricious", there was everything and more. It could well be considered as a whole, almost as a lunch that contained all sorts of appetizers, main course and side dish, lacked pasta, fruit and beverages. Despite the unusual mixture of ingredients was good pizza.
One day, passing the locale, vidi le saracinesche abbassate. Di solito a quell'ora doveva essere aperto anche perchè erano quasi le dodici ed era un giorno qualsiasi, non un sabato chiuso per turno settimanale.
Non c'era neppure un cartello che specificasse il motivo di quella insolita chiusura.
Poiché transitavo in quella piazza tutti i giorni avevo notato che il locale era sempre con le saracinesche abbassate..
Trascorsi almeno un paio anni venni a sapere il perché da un mio vecchio amico che abitava lì vicino.
Il proprietario di quella trattoria, ma non la moglie, era stato arrestato, processato col rito immediato e tradotto in carcere dove stava scontando una lunga pena.
Il reato da lui commesso era truffa aggravata ai danni University for a traffic-table bonus, and other unspecified crimes.
I happened to meet after his wife-cook but I have not seen fit to ask any questions.
for fifteen years, local, completely renovated, reopened becoming a restaurant offering oriental food and is run by an Asian lady. The pizza
crazy not included in the menu displayed outside.
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