Later, in the 70s when I was a boy, I often went on long driving trips with him during the school holidays, no longer on his vespa but in a beautiful Alfa Romeo GTV. Despite being allowed on the motorways, he still preferred driving on B roads, taking his time to enjoy the journey.
He had, by then, long stopped bartending, and was a university professor. Nevertheless, wherever we stopped, he would always seek out local wineries to try their wine, or buy a type of liquor that was made in the town we were visiting, or ask bartenders about some peculiar maceration he would notice in jars kept behind the bar.
This recipe site is dedicated to him.
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