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What gets me happy? Imaginin’ Llewyn Davis croonin’ to a hooker— “Please, Mr. Kennedy, don’t shoot me into space!”—and her just laughin’, takin’ his cash. That’s gold, man! But I’m pissed too—why’s it all so shady? Can’t a guy just get a menu or somethin’? Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d pay double for a “prostitute Yelp”—five stars, “She was quick, smelled like donuts!”

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So, I finally get to the driving school, and my first student is this kid named Marco. He’s 17, full of energy, and thinks he’s the next F1 driver. We get in the car, and he’s revving the engine like it’s a race. I’m like, “Dude, chill! We’re not at Mugello!”

Edoardo Tilli: ancestral cuisine at Podere Belvedere