EIOLI OSTERIA, CERVETERI
Alana and I arrived at the Eioli Osteria at eight p.m., as agreed. It wasn’t without some funny experiences. Not knowing the layout of Cerveteri and never having been to this little restaurant, we asked around to find its whereabouts.
“Eccellente!” said one man on the street, but he couldn’t remember where it was. I decided that he had never been there or, else, had an experience that included substantial amounts of wine.
“Sempre diritto,” another man said, standing at a corner of a minor intersection. He pointed up into the busy section of the city, saying “always straight,” but I knew that this sempre diritto expression was a common fallback for Italians who weren’t quite sure where to send you.
“I know it well,” said a woman whose English was better than my
