Eataly
I haven’t been to Italy since the summer after I graduated high school (I’m not going to mention the year), but I have a very vivid recollection of my time there. It helps that I kept a psychotically detailed journal, too (complete with meal selections and hilarious commentary on my family’s travel shenanigans). Evidently I was a blogger (without a blog) long before the days of facebook and twitter. Anyway. I’m getting off topic. Walking into Eataly was like entering a European marketplace. Do you want to eat or do you want to… Read more >