OK, not necessarily for me. When I arrived in Florence on Tuesday, my host Checco (polka dot apron) and Luca cooked dinner for me and two of their friends. We ate baked chicken and roasted potatoes, and drank wine. It was delicious.
It was so cool to see two Italian guys put on aprons and cook together. I got a kick out of watching them raise their voices in heated quibbles over different cooking techniques.
They were excellent hosts. Always filling my glass, asking me if I need anything, and making me feel at home.
And they were very nice men. It was a pleasure.
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