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Saturday, October 24, 2009

After a long day of studying [cramming] for midterms, my roommates and I treated ourselves to dinner at a real, grown-up, sit-down restaurant. We chose a place in Piazza del Mercato that Sarah had found in her guidebook and where we could sit outside in a heated tent.

Always indecisive, I asked the waiter to take my order last as I went back and forth between dishes. In the end, I let him decide between the minestrone and the ribollita. He immediately chose the ribollita, a Tuscan vegetable and bread soup that I had never before tried.

What I learned from my experience? Trust your waiter.

We finished the night at my latest gelato obsession, Gelateria Caribia. As I ordered my usual tirimasu and chocolate mousse from the servers who now know me, I lamented over the fact that they close for the winter on November 1st. The girls behind the counter laughed when I told them that I would eat gelato outside in February; they thought I was kidding.

I suppose this just means I will be forced to eat pastries once the cold weather sets in...