Lovers have long slurped noodles gazing eye to eye across red and white checkered table cloths. This candle lit scene takes place at Luigi’s or Giovanni’s Cafe-your neighborhood Italian Restaurant. So why does love sit itself on laps at these primavera paradises?
I urge you not to claim the wine with a gentle nudge of the chin.
Sure- the smells of cooking may spray a pump of the fragrant perfume Seduction into the air.
And I agree that a waiter that knows the subtleties of timing when to fill the water, and when to stay in the kitchen with Antonio, to discusss hair gel can add to the mood.
But, it has always been the pasta. What’s in the noodles? Of course mama’s meatballs are hand packed with love. But the long tubes of pasta are written strips of poetry. Next time you find yourself with a fancy lady or a hunk with an amorous disposition, listen to the delights of your mouth. The fettucini or linguine or spaghetti is whispering the secrets of love to you in sonnets, rhymes, song and garlic.
Use your noodle, and for that first date go Italian.