Everywhere I Go : Roman's Ristorante

Canned accordion music almost drowns out the motor noise on the busy street, and the fountain recycling water keeps me from hearing the women's conversation across a small room crowded with fake grape vines and mail-order bistro decor.  

The women are both dressed in black... makes middle age look thinner.  

The husband of the couple that  just came in must not have read the sign on the entrance:  We do not serve fast food and good things come to those who wait.  

He taps his fingers rapidly next to his glass of Chianti and she looks around anxiously for the waitress.

There is barely room for my journal next to a very cold glass pinot grigio on the table lit by a lamp shaped like a benevolent waiter, cloth over his arm.

The Chianti guy is fucking his secretary, but he takes his wife out to lunch so they can discuss the remodel project on the lake house.   

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Comment by Kristine_ES on October 22, 2012 at 1:34pm

The sign on the entrance said: Pleased to serve clientele-voyeurs, not pleased to serve secretary jumpers, did you try the gin mill next door? LOL.  

Comment by Mike Handley on October 20, 2012 at 10:20am

That's Amore!

Comment by Cita on October 19, 2012 at 5:58pm

I had the gnocchi in pesto... and a greek salad.  This piece was not cooperating so I got mean on it... and cliche'd.  Too bad.  

Comment by Gita on October 19, 2012 at 5:09pm

restaurant people-watching is legal voyeurism and I love it. what did you order? how is the scampi?

 

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