Ristorante Da Pancrazio

Pass the salt, ghost of Caesar.

Break bread over the same spot Brutus betrayed Julius Caesar. Nothing like a dash of Shakespearean betrayal to whet your appetite.

ACT 1, SCENE 1, Rome

Ristorante Da Pancrazio

Dinnertime

Enter GORDON PRITCHARD, LORI PRITCHARD, and CHILDREN

GORDON PRITCHARD

Hark! We set down to dine together
Where Caesar once lost his life
And be we knaves or vagrant knights
I’ve heard their pasta is pretty nice

LORI PRITCHARD

Are you going to talk like that for the entire meal?

GORDON PRITCHARD

I am but a man of humble birth
Here to feed my hunger
And slake my thirst!

LORI PRITCHARD

So that’s a yes?

GORDON PRITCHARD

It is a promise unto thee
That our meal this night shall last
Until our bellies are full
And our hearts are glad

LORI PRITCHARD

You’re not even sticking to iambic pentameter.
Your stresses are all wrong.

GORDON PRITCHARD

Erm….

PRITCHARD CHILDREN

Daddy just got served by mommy!

GORDON PRITCHARD

Quiet, barbarous beasts of a Trojan whore!

LORI PRITCHARD

Did you just call me a Trojan whore?

Enter WAITER

WAITER

Will we be starting with a few glasses of wine?

GORDON AND LORI PRITCHARD (together)

Bottle!

Eat here if: Your knowledge of Italian wine and history is without Shakes-peer

Don’t eat here if: When you hear "Ides of March,” you think of Ryan Gostling and George Clooney.