posted Fri, 17 Sep 2004
Jenny, Colleen and I just returned from supper at La Cambusa del Capitano, a tiny restaurant from which you can see the Cyclops Rocks. We didn't leave the house until 7:00 -- restaurants here don't usually open until 7:30 or later. We walked to downtown Aci Trezza to find a restaurant. We stopped at one that had been recommended to Colleen, but the waitress said they didn't open until 8:00.
Then it started to rain. We were standing inside the door waiting for it to stop when the owner of the restaurant approached. He opened his arms and said, "Ciao, bellissimas!" He turned to the waitress -- "Get them some wine and food." He swept us into the restaurant, sat us at a table, and made water, wine, bread and caponata appear. Then little clams. Then pickled sardines. "You eat. At 8:00 we open," he said, then returned to the table where he was eating with the rest of the staff.
By the middle of dinner, he had kissed Jenny, tied a bib around her neck, leaned over her shoulder while he explained what she should order (Jenny: "What is the best dish? What will you make special for me?"), and then ordered a waitress to take a photo of him and us. Then he gave us all bibs as souvenirs.
As we walked out, Colleen said, "I've lived here a year and he has never asked to take a picture with me! Or given me a bib."
But he did not jump into a fountain with us.