No Tomatoes

We’ve just seen the new trailer for the new Tron film, legacy or something, the work of one Daniel Simon who joined us last year to inspire Honda and inflate himself: great that a car designer can branch out to such a level as to do films, though the vehicles I’ve seen so far aren’t quite up to the rest of his work. I’m not supposed to be reviewing him (already done that on Car Design News), but he did find this place, so worth a mention. F1, as we’ve come to call it, has a different name, but as every wall is covered with race-cars and signed helmets, and, in one space, a Ferrari surf-board, F1 has stuck. I think the guy was a caterer for a team, in which case they ate well: home-made pastas, and home-made sauces with a lovely aperitif. Yesterday it was a cold some-such with two pools of oil on top. The rest was greenish. I’ve fallen a bit short of my previous efforts to identify all that I eat; how nice it is to enjoy conversation and the scrolling news the foot of CNN instead.

Pasta for me was linguine with a kidney-ish meat sauce and small wet patches of parmesan dust. They forgot the large size I ordered, and reasonably if their large falls short of my appetite, they knock the extra Y100 off. The staff are friendly, and with Vadim in our trio, happy to chat in Italian with him. I don’t go quite as frequently as before when Fabian and Nico were still around, and have subsequently found a super Italian buffet in Arc Hills. Should I continue failing to splurged or be splurged for dinner I may write about that too.