There are days in New York when the rain seems not to have to go on forever. And with the rain, the wind that strips away the tenth umbrella of a winter that will not become spring. It should then, if it's street, finally stopping to greet an old friend, one of the few Italian restaurants in which, although rarely, I like to eat.
And so Ivan introduced me to George (beef), manager and sommelier, whose fate has been marked from birth: Avola is what it says on your passport. From handshake to the comparison on the reasons that led us to New York, the pitch is very short. Growing up "in the middle of the wine and, above all, his grandfather introduced him as a child, George decides soon to become a sommelier, but not any one good, indeed excellent, indeed" exceptional quality ".
And so Ivan introduced me to George (beef), manager and sommelier, whose fate has been marked from birth: Avola is what it says on your passport. From handshake to the comparison on the reasons that led us to New York, the pitch is very short. Growing up "in the middle of the wine and, above all, his grandfather introduced him as a child, George decides soon to become a sommelier, but not any one good, indeed excellent, indeed" exceptional quality ".
