Who would have thought that a restaurant in an old renaissance house stable would be my favorite meal in Italy? In an Assisi restaurant, there is a grill so big that it could cook an entire cow (no butcher necessary) sat in the center of the restaurant. The walls were straight out of hell, covered in soot and scratch makes from the ancient horses. A fat lady, who instead of singing, was in charge of the grill, flipped a vegetarian’s nightmare filled with steaks, pork chops, sausages and quail. The smell filled my mouth with drooling desire but the temperature in the restaurant felt like we were dining with the devil at his house. The barbaric meal of meat and potatoes made up for the heat. Cheese Kebabs? Smoked and crunchy mozzarella that oozed when you cut into it.
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