Domo arigato, afogatto roboto?

I don’t know why the lyrics popped into my head but there they were — domo arigoto — distracting me from the task at hand.  Last nights meal at Bibbiana came to a close with hot espresso cascading over two small quenelles of milk gelato.  An exercise in simplicity compared to the fanfare that typically accompanies a pastry chefs creations.  And considering I’m not the hugest sweet tooth, the way all desserts should be.