Three € a pale orange-and four euro for a sandwich and ice cream in hot outside, four euro a slice of pizza and gummy sbrodolante a sauce of medium quality (and expensive kind!). I have a habit, and not for saving, avoid the most expensive version, adorned with wilted slices of salami. Regular price for the cap and brioche. But the cap does not reach the edge of the cup could not, while the brioche, I refer you definitely start to invective.
At least you can be sure for a few hours your stomach will not be bored. Especially on the sauce with which you try to cover the sorry mixture of flavors of raw materials.
Anyway, now you feel satiated-o, and have at least remembered the smell of pizza.
Nothing to say about the service: it is usually hurried and bow in all chains of this type, but I know that it is primarily a result of ill-treatment suffered by the employees (will be then made permanent, temporary or themselves?), although, to be honest, I'm not willing to excuse this widespread despondency, although the symptoms of a cold environment that stimulates the revival of social and ethical quality.
But I must say, there have also been hot, like, wonderful exceptions.
The fact is that you can not just drink coffee and go, painless. Suspected collusion with the thieves of the parking lot, so that they have a little 'more time, but as you know there is no obligation to pass through the tortuous route of the regional specialties offered by the market more expensive in Italy. Good to get an education on our local food, good for the initial applications, the easy, of The Millionaire.
moment of relaxation and wholesome entertainment is offered by the spectacle of sympathetic or self-propelled pig stuffed dog that persistently gives his paw in the pink versions, white and black, this is the beginning of a space socioantropologica real training on educational trends for large and small: the most comprehensive review of the toy sequins and kitsch, as well as the manuals for self-study of all the truths of existence, not to mention The series of manuals for all software on a system already appointed to rename it here too.
fly over the area on CDs and DVDs, because the insult to the Italian cause disgust. It does not matter if we will determine how, say, the choices of the distribution.
the end, it comes out. But you find it? If no door has been broken into, a vehicle hot summer, the winter better, but nothing justifies the desert, an inhospitable reception to reserve these facilities for travelers. If there is a tree, a twig, if there is a shed, approximately the depth sunshade that usually sneak a ticket to the motorway.
The prices, indeed, there are those who beat such a shop, at the same quality: it is the supermarket of the Milan Central Station (small bottle of water, which is essential for the traveler : approx € 1.50). Yes, you read right, it's a supermarket, not the ambulance trolley to head to the track. But we must verify the changes made by recent restructuring of the station (one of the hundred of Italy with a lot of hype hano received a facelift), which from what I saw opened furniture winding staircases, corridors and offices where there was once nothing, opened grandly taste fascist.
I remember drinking a cappuccino and then recently in Sorrento, one of the bars in more anonymous and no class of the town, paid € 2.00. And disgustingly milky for more. I could just write a tirade about what, if anything to get rid of the hateful sense of mockery to injury, I felt when Miss counter, taking the money, gave me a dentatissimo "all right?". But how could you think that everything was going well, that there? Learn how to make a cappuccino, damn.
What to say? Of this decay is accused still capitalism, the eagerness to get rich can imitate the American system and its standardization. But will it? Or will it be reassuring to plain old greed built into a system? I give you only a taste of my American experience.
I was on 491, or about 64, short in New Mexico, in the middle of a desert where you need to have the tank full well that dealers are scarce. Finally we come to a small house, surrounded by trucks, which is usually understood by us as a guarantee of good food. The fact is that there was no choice, monopoly absolute worst dell'autogrill.
So we go in, hungry, since the stocks of fruit, cheese, avocado and sourdough bread were finished on time, and is a delight! We welcome a hummingbird, intent as often happens in these parts to suck the honey from a contraption hanging out there. Inside, there are two pretty accommodating and wrinkled women who serve us their home-made dishes, simple and tasty - no ketchup, no chips French.
few days later, I think in Colorado, in an otherwise stereotypical little town made rich by the practice of rafting, take tea in the coffee-house of other nice sciuri, savoring delicious cakes Storage of nonnesche hands. This is the magic of the United States are the cradle of approval sanctified, but also the cradle of diversity, irrepressible, something that tastes grateful for creativity and often anarchic, otherwise known as freedom.
Unless we stumbled by chance, and twice in a row in the typical intrapredenza a bit of lesbian couples' bored ...
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