The Novelli patrons watching are overwhelmed by emotion. By truffled nostalgia wafting in from the cucina. The two humans in front of them are a volatile substance. Warring splendidly. They are a chemical reaction, this man and this woman, like the flame of a candle. The patrons don’t need to understand one word of Italian to know that they are witnessing a spectacle of the heart. Almost everyone in the room can relate, riding down memory lane on the powerful pheromones of a truffle. Many are quite overcome, tears streaming down upon their scorpions-on-sticks.
