2004 Citra Montesculpeano

Well now this little bottled bambino was a bit rough and accompanied a artillery barrage of a pasta dish at Il Sicliano restuarant in the West End of London. We slowed too much walking past the door and got kidnapped by the maitress d' and that was all she wrote. A good, filling meal that you remembered for quite a while. But this was all secondary to having attended the "Theatah" to see Le Mis. I actually stayed awake for this one, but, of course, we wisely et afterwards! Lin's first day back in London was a biggus hittus.