Kitchen, cuisine.  And other good stuff.

With these words, I begin the slow food movement that has given my blog its subtitle. Cooking, for us, surely will move at a snail’s pace in our cucinino.

On our first night in Spoleto, fat chance of that, even with a steady rain warning us to stay home. 

The menu at Nove Cento (Nine Hundred), casual fare, looked just right on the website: nice and light.

So of course the corner windows were dark as pitch. Turn back to the left, toward a more familial-looking haunt, brightly lit.

No way I can put dinner into words (way too much pasta in my mouth for that to work!).

And no chance of posting Reb’s photos (at best every other course gets snapped, on average, in a doomed epic contest to remember).

In their stead, a great link. Story and pics are both on the blogpost menu–as tough a choice between them as the one we faced over dessert.