I don't eat a lot. Matter of fact, for a food blogger I'm a disgrace. In Milan, however, I flipped it. Maximum jealousy potential, remember? Van Bol e Feste fit the bill - just the kind of schwank-a-billy place the fancy-Dodo likes. Counting Sugar, I was two-fer-two.
I bounded off the tram and barged in like a cocky American, surveyed the dozens of possibilities and quickly settled on a brioche with chocolate innards. I mean, come on, I've been with this chick for years, I know what it takes to get her goat.