It happened at the Weinhard (not Naples)

In keeping with my love of old movies, I was recently reminded of: It Happened in Naples. I admit with no hesitancy that I am no Sophia Loren. But sometimes things happen at the Weinhard that are reminiscent of an old movie, and it doesn’t hurt to dream for a minute that I could be a little like one of the most beautiful women in the world. But face it, as lovely as Dayton and Waitsburg are, they’re not Naples.

This past Saturday night, a lovely couple came to the restaurant for dinner. As we conversed about the specials, wines, and what they wanted to eat, I detected the gentleman’s accent. I...