Mama encourages everyone to eat more. Papa pours more red wine. From the kitchen come steaming bowls of pasta and marinara sauce. I'm not immune to this gustatory gaiety. I could throw stars at all the dishes.
Good cheer makes the best sauce, after all.
Would that all families were as tight-knit. But I have to check the urge to throw stars and award them on the merits. The ceiling is a high curved vault with many hanging lights. Mexican tiles pave the floor. A few tables sit outside on the sidewalk, and there's an enclosed room with a half dozen tables along the large windows that look out on Lincoln Street.