Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano!
When you own a B&B, the world comes to you. This weekend the Oscar H. Hanson House B&B hosted two couples from Italy. Our guests were part of a group of about 20 family members who came to pick up their teenager after a year at Fort high school. We spoke as much Italian as they spoke English. Unfortunately, most of our Italian we learned from Giada De Laurentiis on the FoodTV and named food rather than words that greet or showed our manners..
Our guests arrived at O’Hare at 4:30 PM and arrived at the inn at 10:30 PM. As a point of reference, Cassandra, their host, mentioned that it was 5:30 AM in Italy. They were visibly exhausted and the high humidity was not helping. We showed our guests to their rooms. We all learned that gestures and small words can communicate a lot. First things first, both couples turned off their AC. My grandmother and great-grandmother came from Austria-Hungary. Grandma said they could tolerate heat and high humidity very well. It seems to be the same with other Balkan cultures.
Before their arrival, Cassandra advised us that our guests eat very simply for breakfast. So we were prepared to serve fruit, homemade Mediterranean bread, cheese, and Duke’s smoked mesa, when the exchange student, Davanzoto, stated his family was looking for the American experience and that pancakes or waffles would be great. We served waffles with Wisconsin maple syrup, macerated strawberries, fresh whipped cream, Wisconsin bacon, fresh cantaloupe and watermelon, and apple tart tartin. One gentleman of similar age as the Innkeepers admitted that he had never had waffles before. “Maxim you can scratch that off your list. You have just been your wafflized.”
The house is quiet now. All our guests are on their way home. Chau!
BTW. The mambo is a Cuban dance. The songwriter put these two words together for effect and Dean Martin had us all convinced this was Italian.
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