Tuesday, 8 January 2013

an american day - 5.01

Wake up in "our" 100 square metres apartment, 11th floor, skyline view, 7th avenue 30th street Manhattan NYC. Just a light headache due to several bottles of french wine that our friend Michael has offered us the evening before.
2 hours driving with captain Peter : we leave NY, cross New Jersey and arrive in Pennsylvania.
We stop at the Perking, family restaurant bakery: big American flag, any kind of yummy deep fried food for the first family lunch of the day. 'My name is Wendy and I will be your waitress" and I instantly got the feeling of being in a scene of Pulp Fiction and decide to go for a xl medium cooked blt hamburger - my hangover starts to disappear sucked by the bed of french fries that come with the burger.
At 12.00 we're in the city of Easton, few beautiful houses spread in the countryside and surrounded by cork fields during summer - I'm sure at least one small globe circle animates the Easton nights.
Boys  wearing basball hats while watching a football match on television, girls chating in the kitchen near the oven, I can smell the baked roastbeef and almost crying I propose a toast for America: good bless America.
16 people for a 5 hours lunch made out of 6 starters, 2 pasta, meet, potatoes, caramel apple pie, chocolate, marzapane, panettoni, it can't be just an american day. This is a truly Italian american day (w Bush, w Berlusconi) I want to rush outside and rise an Italian flag near the american one, and also a russian one so that all the component of our famly are represented. yes yes my Italian America Russian cousin Yuri was right: he promise us the best day of our trip and since we had a real American day It has to be the best.


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