We sat back to survey the carnage of our gluttonous, yet oh-so-delectable, feast: Salads composed of lettuces other than Bodo's romaine; authentic Neapolitan wood-fired pizzas with toppings like goat cheese and imported olives; almond cake, baked pears and cannoli (yes, we ordered everything on the dessert menu).
My stomach churned at the thought of what I would be doing if I was in Charlottesville at that moment -- a Saturday night 'Progressive,' consuming mystery liquids from those little paper cups they use at the dentist