Door number three · La cena

Come eat something.

I used to host dinner twice a month, I stopped, and I’m starting it back up. Mostly it’s pasta — that’s what I cook. No presentation, no name tags, nobody working the room. You come, you eat, you argue about something, you go home.

If real estate comes up it’s because you brought it up. I’m not going to stand up halfway through dessert and hand out cards.

The next dinner

La prossima cena

Grantsville · date being set

Aperitivo
menu to come
A cocktail while everyone arrives
Antipasto
menu to come
Something to start
Primo
menu to come
The pasta — the course I actually care about
Secondo
menu to come
The main
Dolce
menu to come
Something sweet, and coffee
Digestivo
menu to come
An Italian liqueur to finish

Il vino

list to come

Poured with every course

No presentation, no name tags, nobody working the room.

Once the first one goes well there’ll be a standing table for veterans and first responders — that’s most of who I know, and all of who I came from.

Prenota

Tell me you’re coming.

I’ll send you the date, once. Not a newsletter, not a sequence, and not a reason for me to call you about your house. If you come and never mention real estate, that’s a completely normal outcome and I’ll have had a good evening.

No photographs from the dinners here yet — there haven’t been any in this run. They go on this page when they exist. Came here from somewhere else? The front page has the other three doors.