One of my favorite travel stories. We had just arrived from Florence on a Saturday afternoon. We were starving. We arrived before they were closing but were told "no". I wanted to cry. Everyone spoke Italian but a granddaughter took pity on me. She explained to her grandmother and they made us ham and cheese sandwiches on their amazing bread. I don't even remember if they charged us. If they did, it was virtually nothing. We returned for dinner. That was truly one of the nicest things ever