later a waiter comes up to me.
I'm alone, I make him.
Please take a seat here as well, or even beyond, I am him.
the middle of the room there's a guy at the table reading the newspaper, television is two feet, tuned to Studio Sport, it comes to football. At the bottom there is a table with some people I choose a table in the corner, over there, and I sit in front of the window to look at the road and the sea a few meters ahead.
Another waiter hands me the menu: To remove the back order now a bottle of mineral water, not soda. He leads me away and then the water laying on the table with bad grace, will do the same with the dishes, as if he had decided that I am a die of hunger than those who do not leave a tip (perhaps because I have the jacket but I do not wear a tie).
leaves me ten minutes alone to study the menu, but as I have already decided: I take an appetizer of sea and a portion of couscous (kusku fact, as written here).
the wait.
At the next table is a succession of "lawyer here," attorney there, "" the last time we had a board of directors in Milan "and various chatter. They talk about football, the usual cliches about Italian teams, then a couple that some know where he is a silent type but she is holding a conversation alone for six hours straight. They are very different, "says one, but maybe that's why you are married, says the only woman on the table, a lawyer, he too, Roman, Roma fans, such as that which is next door, but go to the stadium only because he likes the environment. Common places to fill, for a change. Good
these shrimp, as red, says one, you do not have them mica so, replied the other, I remember, involved the third, the lawyer, who was studying in Milan when I was a fellow student who every week we send by air was a box of fresh fish directly to Linate, and invited us and the professors to dinner sometimes, nowadays it is impossible to think you can safely send a box of fresh fish in Milan, by the way, says the first, long ago I ate at Milan, I asked where it came from the fish, they told me it comes from here, and certainly, she says, now there is also this trend of raw fish, sushi, good wine this says another at some point, yes, the winery is such and such, but is in Rome?, last time I tried but I could not find it, you can only buy in a certain place, I I mean, are first-level sommelier, damn, imagine, does not mean anything, the first level is the initial one, but when one says it seems to ... who knows what, laughter of the whole table while the waiters serve the spaghetti with sea urchins, once, forty years ago, you could fill in half an hour a box, here a few meters from the shore, these are good, usually come from China, Vietnam, I must confess one thing, says the woman lawyer, long ago I bought a jar of sea urchins to make pasta, I am now regretted, however, more laughter, chatter about the state of law enforcement, the lack of funds to afford the diesel to advance patrol, who can not go beyond twelve miles, I told my friend the Master, not have the money, indeed, know what happened last time?, there was this tank full of diesel seized from a man who had supplied from a platform at sea, they do so often do not pay ' excise taxes, it's all profit, then there was this tank to the port and that fuel was used for means of the Harbour, meanwhile, comes the fish, in a huge pot, it will be one meter long, surrounded by potatoes and tomatoes, the waiters begin to divide, one of the table focuses on the fish's head, this is a delicacy for connoisseurs, says one of the guests, the part of the jaws of the fish is appreciated by those who truly know the fish, Judgement type.
Meanwhile, I had eaten, pass on the way the bike again, not yet a fierce heat, I drink the last sip of water, getting up to go to pay: twenty-six euro, not so expensive, the way I ate.
