Pull up a chair and be part of the on-going dinner conversation of life.
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We are defined first by our family and our culture, by the smells and sounds that filled our childhood, and the traditions that were layered upon us. I grew up in a small Italian household........that happened to have many, many relatives living within shouting distance.
Dining, at any one of the many tables in the neighborhood, was about enjoying the company, the laughter, and yes, of course, the food. But most importantly it was about the shared experience. Whether it was an summer afternoon meal that extended well beyond lunch time, a holiday dinner for 50 or the simple dinner at the end of a long day. Each of these times at table were to be savored. None of them can be repeated, ever. It is the company, the food, the conversation and that moment in time that makes each “at table” uniquely its own.
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