"The first time I walked into Cammillo in Florence I loved it immediately, but it turned out there were no tables for dinner any of the nights I was there. So I went for lunch the next day, and then the day after that. I got to know the staff by name, they got to know me, and they realized I was there to eat and drink in what you might call a 'spirited' way. During a truly busy week later that summer, I showed up again on my own with no reservation. The place was packed, but they let me sit at their family table in the back by the kitchen, next to Diva, the 90-year-old matriarch. I’ve never been so happy in my life."