In Loving Memory

Silvestro the Servan is presumed gone from our hills of Northern Italy. He stole a man’s spectacles and ran away being chased with a broom. Sadly, years and years have gone by without a whispering chuckle. Though many are glad none of their items have gone missing, Silvestro’s family must put him to rest. Benedetto sia il nostro Silvestro, che è fuggito fuggito dal nostro Bistro. Arrivederci

Blessed Be our Silvestro, who has fled fled from our Bistro. Goodbye