A meal in Spezia
There was no doorway leading from the room except into the kitchen. A curtain hung over it. The girl who had taken our order came in from the kitchen with spaghetti. She put it on the table and brought a bottle of red wine and sat down at the table.
“Well”, I said to Guy, “you wanted to eat some place simple.”
“This isn’t simple, this is complicated.”
“What do you say?” , asked the girl. “Are you Germans?”
“South Germans,” I said. “The South Germans are a gentle, lovable people”.
“Don’t understand,” she said.
“What’s the mechanics of this place?” Guy asked. “Do I have to let her put her arm around my neck?”
“Certainly,” I said. “Mussolini has abolished the brothels. This is a restaurant.”
Ernest Hemingway, Arrow Books 2004 (First Published 1928)