The young miss treated me to a feast day dinner. On the Indian fun scale of 1 to 5, we determined our main dishes were about a point higher than requested. My three-turned-four was enough to water my eyes all the way home.
Maybe Italian would have been a better choice this time. Do I miss those St Joseph tables of my younger days, especially the smelt!
The building above (By Paolo Costa Baldi – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=17469968) was a pilgrimage site for me after I completed college. I did not crawl my way up the steps on my knees as some do.