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FIVE glasses of wine? The Moll is in heaven. "I'll have a red and four whites. No! Three whites, and two reds."
"Yes, but which wines, madam?" the waiter says patiently.
Toots runs a red talon up and down the list, hovering over one and then another. I let the waiter off the hook. "You can come back. We may be a while."
It was meant to be a quiet Sunday night in. But I should know by now, The Moll doesn't do quiet and she doesn't stay in.
I set the engine running on the Buick and headed west to new eatery Panevino, an Italian restaurant that instantly felt like home, especially to blondie when they rolled out the wine list and offered us pen and paper to jot down our choices.
"It's OK," I said, pulling a pencil from behind my ear.
"They're in the notebook."
I'd got it all worked out.
The modus operandi: they give you a choice of 28 different wines and you choose five to sample in a 'flight' of tasting glasses. 50ml each. Tasty.
So you can try the top of the range Amaroni, or the Edizione, or a more modest Valpolicella, or, if you prefer white, there's a basic Soave right up to a more sophisticated Lugana.
What matters is how it goes with the food, I tried explaining to toots.
So the flight lets you order a seafood starter, say, and a steak or pasta or lasagne for your main, and always have something to slurp with it.
I had to hand it to them, it was a good gimmick, as gimmicks go.
The Moll was happy with her flight, no question, and with mine, which she ordered too. And she loved her starter. A salty, spicy authentically Italian delight, the salsiccia with fagioli beans was packing an arsenal of flavours into both the split rustic sausage and the rough textured sauce.
My opener, a generous portion of fat scallops with anchovy butter was better still and made no less delightful by the Moll's misguided efforts to get her pronunciation right with the help of the waitress, who was so friendly I expected her to pull up a chair.
If the starters were pretty special, the main courses were amazing. The pollo e pancetta was my choice, and had plenty of taste on offer, although the meat was perhaps a little dry.
The Moll made a wiser choice, intrigued by the spaghetti carbonara.
Not your standard British carbonara, this. Forget the creamy bacon sauce you might be used to.
This was a rich, eggy carbonara, made with egg yolks and guanciale, that's cured pork cheek in English.
It looked gorgeous with its strong yellow colour and tasted amazing thanks to the salty chunks of fatty pork.
Very far from the British version of carbonara, this is one of those classic Italian dishes that changes depending on which part of the country you are ordering in.
"This is from Rome," the waiter informed us.
Well, in that case, this is definitely one occasion where the old maxim applies: when in a Roman gaffe, order what the Romans order.
This carbonara was much more interesting than expected and the Moll was talking about it for days afterwards.
Even after our Roman holiday the dessert menu was appealing.
This classy Italian joint doesn't stint on the puddings. I went for the pear cannelloni, while the Moll was hoping for tiramisu, just like Mama used to make.
Amazingly the tiramisu delivered, with the right blend of coffee, sponge and cream. She'd chosen better than me.
Not that my pear canneloni wasn't delicious - it was - but at this stage in the evening, more pasta as well as a hugely generous portion of baked and spiced pear, was a little surplus to requirements.
The Moll drained the dregs from the last glass of my wine flight. I held my breath.
"I like this place," she said. "You chose good."
Scallops - £7.95
Salsiccia - £3.95
Pollo pancetta - £10.95
Carbonara - £7.95
Pear cannelloni - £5.95
Tiramisu - £4.95
Wine flight - £11.10 Wine flight - £11.90
TOTAL - £64.70