Our plane touched down at Linate Airport in Milan later than expected and, as the hands on the clock moved past 2 p.m., we made a beeline for Dal Bolognese, knowing they'd seat us for lunch despite the hour. Antonio, one of the restaurant's beloved waiters, whisked away our bags and brought back costoletta di vitello and two glasses of Barolo, as we texted an ETA to our Airbnb host.
Before the fire, Lucy's Place would come alive in the morning. Gardeners and day laborers would come by for a morning pastry or breakfast burrito and coffee served up by owner Juan Orozco, who arrived at 5 a.m. to prepare. If he had to step out, his regulars would take over and serve coffee to customers, he said.
It's become such an iconic restaurant in Los Cabos and for many reasons too, like the cliffside tables, ocean views, live music, golden-hour lighting, and the food which is so fresh and changes daily.
In some parts of the city, it can be easy to forget the Willamette River exists. Not so in the sliver of South Portland known as John's Landing, lying just south of South Waterfront's gleaming towers and scrubs-clad masses.
