Perhaps it is the familiar way she treats all her customers at The Steps of Rome in North Beach, the Italian District in San Francisco. She places a hand on your shoulder when she greets you, she touches your scarf to compliment your style, she hugs a friend who has come by to say hello, and takes him by both hands to spin around with delight. She is the most mesmerizing woman I have ever seen.
As I sit transfixed by her antics, there is loud Italian Bebop music thumping in the background, making me feel just a little bit wild, tapping my toe and rocking my shoulders to the beat. Then there is the Chocolate Raspberry Cheesecake sitting before me winking and flirting with me until I give in to its tempting, over-the-top delicious, deep-sigh-inducing flavor. It occurs to me that I may be under the influence of Italian Mojo – otherwise I would not be accusing my dessert of flirting with me.
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