In Love with France, At Home In Italy

Well, it wasn't so easy to find, since Zia Graziella's home restaurant is located kind of in the middle of a field at the end of a nameless dirt road. You only know to turn there if you can see the homemade wooden sign with the fading letters. We had read about it in Toni DeBella's blog, "Orvieto or Bust," after having met Toni, herself, at an expat gathering the previous night. We are usually slow to swing into action even after reading a "rave" review, but Jim was feeling adventurous, and since moving to Italy, I am learning to be less of a poop. At first we weren't sure we were at the right house, since the only evidence of life was two cute dogs. There was another house up the hill, so we turned back to see if that could be where Graziella hangs out. A nice gentleman came out of his house while chewing his own dinner to reassure us that our first stop had been the right place. He apparently has to redirect a lot of lost se...