Ode to Ronchi (via San Maurilio 7, Milan)

I've been de-cluttering for the last few months to get ready to move to San Francisco. SF will be the eleventh city I've lived in and the fifth my husband and I have lived in together, so I've been-there-done-that and going through Stuff is still not fun. But for this move, I'm going to finally say goodbye to an empty wine bottle that I've carried from Milan to Boston to Chicago. It's time.

I wanted to memorialize it with a post about the restaurant it came from, Ronchi, so I decided to call this post "Ode to Ronchi". Then I looked up the precise definition of ode, and tried to write one. The result is not exactly, precisely, an ode (that would be ABABCDECDE), but I think it gets the message across. 

Ode To Ronchi (Via San Maurilio 7, Milano)

Down a narrow street of cobblestone

near Milano's famous church,

below the rooms we called our own,

the locals came to perch.

Ronchi's live music wafted up, loud and fun till late.

We went in only a couple times: with friends and on a date.

But we saw them daily, and they'd smile,

always with a friendly "ciao ciao!"

And my Ronchi bottle's traveled miles,

That is until, well, now.

Ronchi's still there, so if you're in Milan,

definitely drop by.

Stay for music, wine and cheese;

(I hear they now have wi-fi!)

And one more thing, if you don't mind: please say hi from me;

thanks for the bottle, thanks for the music,

and thanks for the memories.

What about you? Do you have your own "Ronchi" somewhere in Italy?