cakespeare

[Cavallone]

Oh most glorious day, a triumph of fortitude and hard work! Thine souls, dear friends, hath been tested by the most cruel of all mistresses, Fate. Whence the absence of cheese in the eve hath been dire, we have looked on the tempest and was never shaken.

It is in thine honor, most noble Trattoria, that I sing thus:

~Wheeeen the moon hits your eye~