I visited Italy once. It was a small town just over the border from Austria. I couldn't tell you the name. I was 7 years old and remember that it seemed quaint and had lots of interesting things I wanted my parents to buy me, such as pretty Russian dolls and lacy clothes. We were there on a day trip from Austria and I think my parents were quite excited to try the food. We ordered from a restaurant and sat at a table outside, on the street, just as you would imagine. Being fairly young and only interested in what I knew, my mum ordered spaghetti Bolognese for me (or that town's version of this iconic meal). When it arrived, I was horrified.
