Florence, Italy July 2010Finally I'm here. It's been 5 years but now I can legitimately have spaghetti every day and not be questioned. First stop is Florence where we miss out of seeing David but get a good dose of spag bol. Mostly it's listed as Ragu...and I've decided to shut my eyes and ignore when I think it might be pork. This place was near our hotel, recommended by a guy there and was one of the few times when we've found g-bread to accompany the bol. Temperature was in the early 30s and we had some Australians next to us which is never ideal but it was still lovely. 7/10.
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