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He
finds
New
York
City
fascinating
but
thinks
that
people
work
too
hard
there
,
though
he
admits
they
seem
to
enjoy
it
.
Whereas
Romans
work
hard
and
resent
it
massively
.
What
Luca
Spaghetti
doesn
’
t
like
is
American
food
,
which
he
says
can
be
described
in
two
words
:
"
Amtrak
Pizza
.
"
I
was
with
Luca
the
first
time
I
ever
tried
eating
the
intestines
of
a
newborn
lamb
.
This
is
a
Roman
specialty
.
Food
-
wise
,
Rome
is
actually
a
pretty
rough
town
,
known
for
its
coarse
traditional
fare
like
guts
and
tongues
-
all
the
parts
of
the
animal
the
rich
people
up
north
throw
away
.
My
lamb
intestines
tasted
OK
,
as
long
as
I
didn
’
t
think
too
much
about
what
they
were
.
They
were
served
in
a
heavy
,
buttery
,
savory
gravy
that
itself
was
terrific
,
but
the
intestines
had
a
kind
of
…
well
…
intestinal
consistency
.
Kind
of
like
liver
,
but
mushier
.
I
did
well
with
them
until
I
started
trying
to
think
how
I
would
describe
this
dish
,
and
I
thought
,
It
doesn
’
t
look
like
intestines
.
It
actually
looks
like
tapeworms
.
Then
I
pushed
it
aside
and
asked
for
a
salad
.
"
You
don
’
t
like
it
?
"
asked
Luca
,
who
loves
the
stuff
.
"
I
bet
Gandhi
never
ate
lamb
intestines
in
his
life
,
"
I
said
.
"
He
could
have
.
"
"
No
,
he
couldn
’
t
have
,
Luca
.
Gandhi
was
a
vegetarian
.
"
"
But
vegetarians
can
eat
this
,
"
Luca
insisted
.
"
Because
intestines
aren
’
t
even
meat
,
Liz
.
They
’
re
just
shit
.
"
Sometimes
I
wonder
what
I
’
m
doing
here
,
I
admit
it
.
While
I
have
come
to
Italy
in
order
to
experience
pleasure
,
during
the
first
few
weeks
I
was
here
,
I
felt
a
bit
of
panic
as
to
how
one
should
do
that
.
Frankly
,
pure
pleasure
is
not
my
cultural
paradigm
.
I
come
from
a
long
line
of
superconscientious
people
.
My
mother
’
s
family
were
Swedish
immigrant
farmers
,
who
look
in
their
photographs
like
,
if
they
’
d
ever
even
seen
something
pleasurable
,
they
might
have
stomped
on
it
with
their
hobnailed
boots
.
(
My
uncle
calls
the
whole
lot
of
them
"
oxen
.
"
)
My
father
’
s
side
of
the
family
were
English
Puritans
,
those
great
goofy
lovers
of
fun
.
If
I
look
on
my
dad
’
s
family
tree
all
the
way
back
to
the
seventeenth
century
,
I
can
actually
find
Puritan
relatives
with
names
like
Diligence
and
Meekness
.
My
own
parents
have
a
small
farm
,
and
my
sister
and
I
grew
up
working
.
We
were
taught
to
be
dependable
,
responsible
,
the
top
of
our
classes
at
school
,
the
most
organized
and
efficient
babysitters
in
town
,
the
very
miniature
models
of
our
hardworking
farmer
/
nurse
of
a
mother
,
a
pair
of
junior
Swiss
Army
knives
,
born
to
multitask
.
We
had
a
lot
of
enjoyment
in
my
family
,
a
lot
of
laughter
,
but
the
walls
were
papered
with
to
-
do
lists
and
I
never
experienced
or
witnessed
idleness
,
not
once
in
my
whole
entire
life
.
