At the Al Brindisi

On edibles, Italy, & the secret garden of a duchess

prologue

The Brindisi Bar, it turned out, was in Diagon Alley. I happened upon it the other day while visiting the Italian village of Ferrara, but what am I doing writing in the past tense? I am on the terrace presently, writing to you from the here and now. I feel alive. And maybe it’s afternoon sun playing a trick of the light, or maybe a psychotropic …