Tea House downtown decorated by the kind of person who admires Hemmingway. Or, more generally, the kind of person who is capable of authentically admiring anyone. Across the street is a "Taverina" full of barsluts and frat boys. I assume you're supposed to drink lots of tequila and assfuck the former and fistfight the latter.
The mango salad is unimaginative. I have grown too bored to eat it, despite my hunger.
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