The last time Bill Buford had given his news, this funny literary bird was popping on the side of Italy.
He left us voluptuously groggy at the end of his
hot burning
(
Heat
in the original version), striking story, moving, irresistible to make you turn the page and even regret that there are only five hundred. The pretext, however, tugged on the apron a little. Not sure if he wants to follow this true-false hero in his odyssey since, at 40 years old, Bill
himself
suddenly finds
himself
eager to know if he can cook like a pro by immersing himself body and soul (in the truest sense) in Stoves at Babbo, an ultra-popular Italian-New York restaurant run by the equally thundering star chef, Mario Batali. Started in the garbage and the plunge of the restaurant, the gesture will continue on the side of La Botte in search of artisans, peasants and cooks who master the excellence of the
cucina italiana
, without us always knowing if, through his encounters, Buford
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