Gluttony, as I seem to recall, can be found in the third circle of the Inferno (along with continuous rain and a junk-yard dog with a super-mean bite).

Look for us there tonight, as we journey to the home of Daniella and Luciano, among the finest cooks and hosts in all of Spoleto.

One night a week, they invite the guests of local apartment owners to feast on traditional Umbrian family fare.

And when their guests leave, hours later, they have had more than their fill of food and drink.

Whence they head back home, having made pigs of themselves, to lie down in the Inferno’s mud and go to sleep.

Object to the crude slop in Dante’s trope, if you wish.  But check the news at 11:00 for the evening’s menu.