After a couple of days drinking orange juice and being a shut-in, Craig is going stir crazy and is considerably better, so we drive up into the mountains outside Cefalu to Castelbuono.  It’s reputedly a great place to eat and, of course, it has a Norman castle perched on top of the mountain.  It is also, according to our landlord, Mafia free.  We have a great four course meal, indulging in the antipasti, the primi, and the secondi courses as well as dessert.  We interpret the menu to give us a choice of three different antipastis and two secondis as well as a primi and a desert.   That seems manageable.  Craig, using his rapidly expanding Italian skills, makes it clear to the waiter what our “choices” are.

After two courses we are starting to feel like we will be pleasantly full when this meal is over.  When we hit the third plate, we realize that actually we are only at the third “choice” of the antipastis and that we are getting everything on the menu.  This is going to be a problem.  Phyllis cannot eat everything and feels guilty when she leaves part of the primi and the waiter seems agonized to think she didn’t like it.  She resolved to not order so much next time, because it is so hard to convince them it’s really good and she’s just too full.  Craig courageously ate on, though after a couple of days of mostly orange juice, he had a clear advantage going in.  Desert was outstanding as was the after dinner wine.  The only downside was that there was no chance that we were going to be able to go by a local gelateria that had a terrific reputation.