no wonder the espresso was invented here. i think i will need a few of these just to keep up with the rhythm of the city. they bring as much to the italian table as they do to the economy. i am traveling across italy to discover how the food in each of the country s 20 regions is as unique as the people and their past. that s delicious. here in milan, the menu is nothing like you expect. up here in the north, forget about pasta and pizza. oh, my god. that s so beautiful. this is the land of rice and polenta. in ancient time, it was like the bread. there is not even a tomato in sight. this is amazing. olive oil plays second fiddle to butter. butter? jesus, whoa, jesus. irresponsible amounts of butter were used in the making of this butter. i hate to say it, but we need more butter. milan is the second biggest city in italy, it s the capital in the region of the north peninsula, the gateway to northern europe and all of the trade and money that brin
point on both sides because people have anticipated this for so long. some people were itching for a fight. they think war is a glorious thing and let s go and do it. but in the spring, lincoln s overeager young friend from springfield, elmer ellsworth, a short but very dashing commander of a drill team would go with the lincoln boys to the roof of the white house and look out with a telescope. and over the river they saw a confederate flag flying from the top of a hotel. and ellsworth, for one, was offended. ellsworth led a band across the river to tear down the confederate flag. as he was walking down the stairs, the owner of the inn took his shotgun and shot him in the chest. he fell down the last few steps, clutching and wrapped in this increasingly block-soaked flag. lincoln loved this young man so the war came home really fast for lincoln. with the first cannon fired at ft. sumter in april 1861, the country thrust into civil war. and the fate of the united sta