Dinner was an easy choice –ZaZa- recommended by our proprietor and by my cousin, Dominic. This piazza had a newly renovated busy market place where we heard techno music. We were brought in to the large-table room at ZaZa. English-speaking people were discussing wine nearby. (We would soon turn into these snobs ourselves!) Our waiter was so friendly –bringing extra cheese or patte when we commented how delicious it was. A bust of a bronzed Churchhill was in the corner. This was the first place that sharing an appetizer worked! In addition we split a few tables wines and Dad started telling jokes. Between he, my brother, and husband my stomach was really hurting. We stayed late, just as Italians do, turning the dinner hour into the entire evening.