I’ll admit, my first impression of this place wasn’t so great. It was late at night, I couldn’t find it, and the only identifier that you’re in the right place is a small sign on the intercom, which you have to call to get in each time. The hostel itself is all of about one hallway with four dorms and two bathrooms, no common room or kitchen, no lockers, and is often noisy at night.
Category: Italy
Well, That was Awkward
So last night I was walking down the street in Milan, looking for a late-night snack. Saw a tent sign for a Kebab place standing next to a cardboard standup cutout of Fonzie, which I thought was a bit strange, but stood next to it trying to decipher the sign for 15 seconds or so.… Continue reading Well, That was Awkward
When is it Okay for an American to Eat McDonald’s in Italy?
When it’s a freaking Mozzarillo, that’s when: Alright, so it wasn’t great. Surprise. The beef is better – not as greasy, the bun was better, the sauce was good, but McDonald’s is really about sustaining life without going broke, not enjoying your food. So far, McDonald’s is McDonald’s no matter where you are, although I’ll… Continue reading When is it Okay for an American to Eat McDonald’s in Italy?