Drinking the Negroni is a bit like falling in love.
You walk into your favourite bar, making yourself comfortable. You’re not in the mood for big changes, so you tell the barman that you’ll be having the usual. He nods curtly.
Then, suddenly, something catches your eye. A stranger, startling in red. There’s a whiff of something exotic to the stranger. A foreign name. An accent that’s unmistakably Mediterranean.