Chi, non è mai stato in Italia è sempre consapevole di un'inferiorità che gli deriva dal non aver visto quello che un uomo dovrebbe vedere.
A man who has not been to Italy, is always conscious of an inferiority, from his not having seen what is expected a man should see.
After a four year degree with a year in Italy, working and studying, I finally became fluent in Italian. But it did not come easily. Five years ago, I only knew "ciao" and "pizza". Now, Italians mistake me for an Italian. (Ok, one Italian mistook me for an Italian once.)
Italy for me is the chocolate in the cake, is the food of the soul, is the reason for being. There are few places where the people are as fun, where the art is as beautiful and well, where the food is as good.
I'm using the word MOJO for this blog article, not only because it half rhymes with Soho, but to be able to try and convey the sense of magic and charm that I feel walking around the sweet spots in Soho.
I have found a place, which I didn't realise actually existed in reality because it is something that only existed in my mind. This place is called "Said" AKA chocolate heaven. It is the London branch of a well-established chocolate shop from Rome. "Said" which stands for Societa Azinoria Industria Dolciumi (the association of the confectionary industry) is a chocolate shop from Rome, dal 1923 Antica Fabbrica del Cioccolato (1923 Antique Chocolate Factory.) Thankfully for us, they have now got a shop in London.