A very interesting quarter, partly Italian, and thus full of queer little restaurants, in those basements you suspect blackbeetles. Yet, every now and again, some writing person, like myself, discovers what he considers to be quite decent, though obscure, restaurant of this type, and inexpensive. He chances the cockroaches. And he is filled with the explorer’s joy of discovery, and writes about his find. Thus … Continue reading Queer little restaurants, decent, though obscure?