The ambassador’s receptions are noted in society for their host’s exquisite taste that captivates guests. You know that, I know that. Anyone who enjoyed the cheesier television adverts of the early Nineties will know that.
Imagine my excitement, therefore, when I received an invitation to a buffet supper at the real Italian Embassy.
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