Returning to Italy

(and post #3), I have a story of my own..
So, there was this little Italian place near where I worked that I used to go to for lunch. They had a few tables and chairs but I would always get a takeaway (and bring it back to work)
After your dish was made and before sealing it in the foil tray, the serving lady behind the counter would ask you - Parmesan? Sort of like in the chipper when they ask you - Salt and vinegar? before closing the bag. And, in both cases, my answer would always be the same - Oh yes please, pour on Macduff..
Anyway, the place was like a lot of food places - where they have a basic sauce that they sort of adapt for different dishes. And so this particular dish that I liked, despite being listed in different sections on the menu with completely different (Italian) names, I thought was basically the same.. with one key difference, one had a sausage meat (chorizo I think) and the other tuna
When, you ordered the tuna version the serving lady would go straight to the seal and I'd be like - Woah, WOAHH! What happened to the parmesan?
I swear, I practically had to have a stand up fight with her to get the parmesan sprinkle, she was like - "You no putta the cheesa on the fisha!"
lol Those crazy Italians, they really can't stand the thought of even YOU eating it wrong
