… stopped at an Italian place in our new neighborhood (after groaning at the pathetic showing at the Elvis Invitational at EMP — where there was a thin line between tribute and mockery)…

The sandwich board outside said the restaurant was open until 11, it wasn’t yet 10, but we were shooed out the door before we could say cappuccino…

I cannot stand it when any business plays fast and loose with stated hours of operation. All I can say: Thank goodness for those double chocolate Milanos at home.