I have been showing my aged mother around Rome: hence no posts, though I may put up some photographs. The Financial Times recommended a restaurant in via pellegrino, ai bric, which was remarkable for two reasons. The windows showed a display of forty cheese and one exhausted fly (the four cheeses tried were fantastic); the wine list contained a bottle of Petrus ’90 for 2,700 euros. I thought I should maybe offer them my car, which has the market value of half that bottle. But they didn’t have half bottles, so I settled for something a hundredth of the price.
I wonder: at what price does the law of diominishing returns kick in with wine? I have never been able to afford the necessary research, but I suspect it’s about
That fly is a lucky sod.
Come over for coffee, old chap!