Juve’s American phrases on Italian food are discussing. And one wonders: have you ever really eaten something in Italy?
Dear Weston McKennie, we know it well, every every national championship, including the Rally of the bulldozers, becomes worldwide, because for you the columns of Hercules are just beyond the statue of freedom. You feel the navel of the world. These days, then … but in the kitchen no, come on, Weston … you can’t say: “Italian dishes are all the same: pizza, pasta, meat, fish … our hamburgers instead are different from the other”. Perhaps the prefix mc. In Turin, have you ever made you taste the Piedmontese Fassone? Does it seem like the same to the Florentine steak? And the ravioli of the plin? Did they tell you about the homemade Emiliana pasta and the Carbonara of Trastevere? Made a journey from the Vicenza cod at the Sicilian sword, but, if you pass from Naples, do not say that the pizza is the same throughout Italy or two pizzas you really risk …
Sorry, but if in your boundless nation you have 260 starred restaurants and us, in our handkerchief of land 387, something will mean. It is a question of tradition, of the art of the trade and, above all, of product quality. As in football. It is as if you told us: “You had the 10 equal, Baggio, Zola, Mancini, Del Piero, Totti, who did the same things: dribbling, heels, tunnels, spoons … I, Weah and Busio we are median, but each different from the other”. Said with great respect, we keep Baggio and Totti tight. It does not appear that they have ever written a song: “Since Lalas no longer plays”. But don’t worry, Weston. Italian girls are already appreciated, if you remain at Juve for a long time, you will see that the palate will also refine.