Since our arrival in Florence, my roommates and I have declined to enjoy American food. Because Florence is tourist-ridden, there are a plethora of places to enjoy a nice burger with fries, but we felt that, because we were in Italy, we should only enjoy Italian food....until this morning.
Perhaps one of the most renowned American places in Florence is called The Diner, an Italian-operated restaurant that serves traditional American breakfast and lunch foods, not to mention old-fashioned milkshakes. Seems like the perfect Sunday hangover brunch, right?
Wrong. Not only did we spend 15 minutes waiting, but we then waited an additional 45 minutes to receive our meals, which were not difficult to cook. As if our patience wasn't already wearing thin, upon receiving almost all of our food, we asked our waitress if the last meal was coming and we were immediately yelled at both by her and one of the older male gentleman working in the kitchen, who astutely explained that "this isn't McDonalds and food takes time to cook." Well done, Sherlock, any other observations? Fantastic start to our morning.
As we sat and quietly ate, we all thought about what, if anything, we had done to deserve such a vitriolic speech. After our plates were cleared, the angry older gentleman returned to our table with a piece of cheesecake, claiming it was a "present" for us. Our first thought was that the cake had been poisoned or spat upon, but remembering how delicious our meals were (perhaps the one saving grace of the venture), we decided to indulge. Though we knew that there were hostile feelings behind the gift, we couldn't help but laugh and enjoy ourselves as we sat and munched on a large piece of "Screw You Americans" cake. But, you know what? We're not sick and that cake was damn good.
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