Florence for Lovers

Sunset paints Florence. Along the Arno river  hundreds of people gather to celebrate it for many reasons beyond its visual beauty.

Some need company,

 

 

 

 

some find it.

 

Some, while not sanctioned by the local authorities,

 

 

profess it, lovers locked together, key thrown into the river

 

 

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Pasta,Cheese,Prosciutto,Love..Roman Style

So my journey begins in Rome…not in Pennsylvania…but Italy. Hot and crowded in summer, like really really crowded, it’s rich in monuments, fountains, antiquities and of course, The Vatican. Of course we all know that so put the trip on your bucket list, go in fall.

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For me, it’s also about food since that’s what I do as Miami Food Photography.

 

 

 

 

Salumi, cold cuts to us, and cheese with a great non-alcoholic drink called Grodini, that tastes like Compari and oranges, very refreshing and habit forming. It’s perfect by day but it’s what’s up at night that makes Rome even more interesting.

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Wonderful sidewalk cafes serve their specialties. Look down the smallest side streets and find them. This one had fresh made pasta and gelato.

 

 

 

 

 

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Who knows..eat enough pasta, soak in the night air, bask in the night light and buona fortuna!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Good Service

A few years ago we were visiting Carcassonne, France. It is a fabulous place, a perfectly preserved medieval walled fortress town where the Knights Templars came from. Cool as it was, the best part was below the fortress in the local town square where the folk live,work and go about their daily lives, now that the Crusades are over!

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Waiting on Tables,France

There in the town square where restaurants share space with their colorful branded tables and matching chairs was “Chez Felix” a family run place as most bars, bistros and restaurants are in France. This is what the American bistro scene is so desperately trying to mimic through the vision of how our corporate homogenizing system is  churning them out in malls across the country.
Where we go wrong and they get right is what this is all about…SERVICE.. intimate, professional, smooth.
We sat at a table outside and away from the main bar among 20 other tables that were all served by one man, the one in this picture. Inside was the bar tended by the owner, the kitchen by his wife and daughter and a few inner tables served by one more waiter an older man. Watching this operation, and we did more than one day or night as well, was like watching a well rehearsed dance troupe onstage. They weren’t running frantic, forgetting orders or parts of, and we didn’t need a red flag waving to catch their attention. They weren’t wearing some silly ass outfit with a colorful hat nor bringing us a balloon with Chez Felix on it, singing happy birthday through their teeth, nor whatever Busker event marketing departments can dream up. He didn’t introduce himself with a big plastered grin , nor did he sit down next to me acting like my old  buddy as he took my order nor did he make us feel like one of the peeps referring to us as ” Hi Guys”. He didn’t engage me in some dopey ass conversation with that marketing approach of  ” sell your personality” to make people feel the ” XYZ Bistro” experience. He didn’t try to entertain us every time he walked by. He wasn’t there to make us like him, he was there to make us like the place we came to by offering us the most efficient, best and professional service and not getting in our way of enjoying each other.
When we got the food, which BTW, over a few days we tried it all, it was ace one as though my mother cooked it just for me, and recently as well, not pre-made by a crew of zombies who on their own can’t cut butter, slapped together by recent high school grads who were just trained in the kitchen one month ago and presto you’re a chef. When we finished, we sat there as long as we wished until we wanted something else, while all the time he had his attention on every table he had as he walked by, ready to serve whatever we wanted, a cognac,a coffee…he didn’t asked every 2 minutes if we were done…which leads me to the real difference in service.
Good service is not coming over every time I put my hand down to rest and ask ” May I take this away?” or every five minutes asking if I want something else…NO!!!  go away and let me swallow my food…  nor throwing down the bill as I drink my coffee or sip a drink..
NEVER MIND WIPING THE TABLE in between…rare here… after all I like to rest my hands on sauce or whatever spilled.I like to take it home like a souvenir.
Price…did someone mention that as a quality comparison?  well the average check there was $20-25 with a glass of local wine and full meal..
Next time you are out in one of our bistros..count the servers…watch their actions..listen to their banter.. and ask yourself, why isn’t there a waiter training course, that teaches sensitivity of patrons, not amusement, attention with a relaxed, not hustle mode. Make servers professional ones, invest in them for a better return and not making a better return by saving a few bucks on that end. If you have a young staff, great but be demanding on them and have one pro-server play watchdog..
The dance between the front of the house and the back of the house is delicate, and for those of us who sit in the middle, we can pass off ” I think I ordered the wrong thing” easier than, ” the service sucks.”
A bistro/cafe shouldn’t be just a burger joint with the fastest service around.  It should be place to go, when you have nothing in mind, just want to lay back, eat and talk to the ones at your table not the ones around it.