Budino

I’m starting to daydream about restaurants.

Ever since I read the word “budino,” I’ve been thinking about sitting at the bar at Nostrana, drinking a Campari and Soda, cutting my pizza with scissors.

I used to daydream about restaurants all the time, back when I could actually go to them. Which one would I want to try next. Where would I go for my Friday treat. What kind of seasonal menus look good on Instagram.

Now I just want to sit and be surrounded by a human hum.

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