Lorraine and I spent the morning trying to
catch up on our Italian while our guests cycled around the city.
In the evening Roger and Alison introduced us
to Negroni cocktails in the little cocktail bar that we seem to find our way to
occasionally. When we asked if he knew
how to make them the friendly, aging, grey haired, pony-tailed, goaty-bearded
owner gave a shrug and a look as if to say how stupid a question it was and went
on to tell us the history behind the drink as he prepared them. It seems they were invented in
Florence in 1919 in a bar frequented by the Count Negroni when he asked
the barman to strengthen his favourite cocktail – the Americano – by adding gin
rather than soda water. After these aperitifs
we headed off to dinner in a tiny but super restaurant, one of those where the
passion of the owner shines through and reflects itself in the quality of the food
he serves up. We will be going
back.
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