Day 6 (Edinburgh): Of Calzones and Connoisseurs

Today we ate at Made in Italy, a charming little chain with the lowest prices on cheesey bread. We knew we had arrived when the couple behind us ordered their marinara with a banana-coconut milkshake on the side.

Made in Italy on Grassmarket in Edinburgh.
At least at Steps of Rome the food comes with complimentary groping.

[Exterior. An Italian restaurant. Late afternoon. WOMAN and MAN are seated at a table, while WAITER takes their order.]
WOMAN: I just love your accent, where are you from?
WAITER: I am from Italy.
WOMAN: Ah, yes, "EE-ta-lee" (gestures with tips of fingers pressed together)
WAITER: Yes (pained smile).
[WAITER walks away, wearing pained smile. This is not the first time this has happened today.]
WOMAN: (glowing) Well, it sure feels more authentic when Italians run the restaurant.
MAN: (nods while sipping his banana-coconut milkshake)

Well, at least I keep telling myself I didn't come here for the food.

Currently sipping: anCnoc (a-nock), a 12 year highland that tastes remarkably like velvet and honey.