When Mamma (the owner of Cumpa Cosimo Ristorante) saw me forking over a heaping serving of my Alfredo alla Bolognese to my husband, she would have none of that. “He's a still hungry; get him another plate," she ordered our waiter. She also insisted on giving us lemon cake – the best I ever had – and another liter of wine.
Mamma is definitely what you call a hands-on owner. She brought out the lemon cake to a table full of diners celebrating a birthday. She told them stories and posed for many a picture. That’s when she caught me from the corner of her eye sharing my pasta.
So blame it on the wine that I forgot my sunglasses. I can only hope that mamma was dancing around with my Michael Kors shades entertaining another table. I don’t think I’ll make it the 7 kilometers up that hill to Ravello to retrieve them, so go ahead Mamma. Have a little UV protection on me. Ciao, Bella.
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