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About Turin

Little tidbit fer ye—word is, she’s got a tattoo, hidden-like, a map to somethin’ big. Treasure? Revenge? Dunno, but I’d wager me last bottle o’ rum it’s real. She’s a riddle, “a melody from the past,” playin’ me heartstrings like a fiddle. Gets me thinkin’—maybe I’d court her, if I weren’t so wedded to the sea. Ha! Me, tied down? That’s a laugh—whore’d prob’ly rob me blind ‘fore the vows were done.

A cosa serve il mattarello?

Fresh restaurant-quality pasta and sauces made in northern Italy where the family has roots.

When I got to the café, it was packed. I mean, who knew Mattarello had such a coffee culture? I squeezed my way to the counter, and the barista was this super chill dude. He had tattoos all over and a beanie that looked like it had seen better days. I asked him about the place, and he was all, “We’re the best in town, man!” I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s a small town, how many cafés can there be?

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