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Facing The Door

Here is life and love, pain and pleasure,

Ten years traversing those steps,

Tired waitress, twelve hours hell,

I am facing the door in Fratelli’s.

 

Too-jolly Australians on a budget,

Eating soup and dessert, are missing,

The pasta, the best part, it seems,

I am facing the door in Fratelli’s.

 

Miscreant male constantly corralled,

By his Austrian authoritarian aunt,

Filling her face with a pasta mountain,

I am facing the door in Fratelli’s.

 

New lovers lost in each other’s eyes,

Carpaccio di salmon slices sharp cold,

Their Gaja Barbaresco lust blood red,

I am facing the door in Fratelli’s.

 

Old lovers holding hands in silence,

Pasta warm feelings of Taglioni Fratelli,

This Chianti Classico two will soon be one,

I am facing the door in Fratelli’s.

 

Married couple, on different planes,

Broadcast to their neighbours the plans,

Of loveless friends in lifelong *******

I am facing the door in Fratelli’s.

 

Meal memories of two and more,

Of friends and family, work and play,

Life and love and unforgettable moments,

I am facing the door in Fratelli’s

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Written by
ian-beckett
Irish
Published
Nov 25, 2012
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Fratelli's is my favourite Italian restaurant in Vienna

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