Mine, at a restaurant in rome in mid to late afternoon, me the only one in the place, was more like a toasty beige flower. That place was one of a recommended of three by one family, I'd have to dig for the name. Something d'oro.
I had this enjoyable conversation with the server since I kept asking him stuff and he kept asking me back. On and on. He was interested in screenwriting since my husband had been a slightly successful screenwriter, he wanted to be too (oh god I've no advice) but I still wish him well.
That was long ago, wonder what happened with him.