Dino

Limoncello giggles flutter up from round tables of unattached professional women who own special two-disc edition DVD of Under the Tuscan Sun. Winged lions, rustic dishware, jasper-colored walls. Carnivorous exotica beds virginal pasta. The meat used to run through the forest, the tomatoes have pedigrees, the cheese holds a frequent flyer account on Alitalia, and the wine list is likely cribbed from some ancient Etruscan orgy - ingredients fresh enough to make you wish Olive Gardens were outlawed.