

I. Apertivo - light cocktail before the meal. An american might perceive it to be a sissy drink but the Italians are not stupid. They know there's a magnificent, marathon meal experience directly ahead of them.
II. Vino - big 'n red. Bring it early and often. Nothing complicated.

That final ritual was (remains) totally counter-intuitive - especially given some of the grappe's ability to seemingly sear a hole in one's intestinal tract - but I never, ever had any gastronomic issues. And food-related moderation was never a core competency of mine while there.
And for what it's worth, I can't ever recall seeing any dark liquor consumed.
Finally, heard there was a job opening in The Vatican City - anyone know where I'd send a resume?
Mike Brey rules!
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