I love this story-- and that photo of the Modernist dreamscape with the vintage cars outside is Fellini-eque. I remember a desperate search for a lunch spot in the backwoods of Le Marche that led us to a similar trattoria behind a factory, filled with workers and truckers. I could never find the spot again, but never forgot the simple, pure beauty of the meal they served.
I love this story-- and that photo of the Modernist dreamscape with the vintage cars outside is Fellini-eque. I remember a desperate search for a lunch spot in the backwoods of Le Marche that led us to a similar trattoria behind a factory, filled with workers and truckers. I could never find the spot again, but never forgot the simple, pure beauty of the meal they served.
I love this story-- and that photo of the Modernist dreamscape with the vintage cars outside is Fellini-eque. I remember a desperate search for a lunch spot in the backwoods of Le Marche that led us to a similar trattoria behind a factory, filled with workers and truckers. I could never find the spot again, but never forgot the simple, pure beauty of the meal they served.
Thank you so much! A trattoria behind a factory in Le Marche sounds exactly like my kind of spot.