Sniffing the air

Today we went after work for a drive to the hills, to decompress a bit after a tough day. Massi had asked the salesman for Florence for his company for some great (and cheap!) places to go, and we have already decided to return to the first place we stopped - the prices were so reasonable and the place so nice that it was completely full and we were turned away. We set off for the next recommended spot, and spent a funny 5 minutes sniffing the perfume of grilling steak in the air, trying to find the restaurant, before we realised it was a few unsuspecting English folk having a barbie in their own garden, and that the restaurant in question was, in fact, closed. After a short pit stop in a village nearby, without the air filled with grilling steak and where the Osteria was also closed, (is it a Wednesday thing I wonder?) we stopped a lady and asked her directions to a reasonable restaurant in the vicinity. She not only directed us to a place to go (very pleasant, but not up to Saturday's standards), but turned up at the place 2 minutes before us, to pick up a take away pizza!
The steak was out of the budget, so Jenny and Marina had pizza, and Massi and I cold cuts and bread, him with chips, me with salad.
And some of the local red, which is a prerequisite here.
Massi also told us all in the car that currently the mens' fashion collections are being unveiled in Florence, so the town is full of male models, and the social calendar full of parties. He is under strict instructions to work on tickets for us all with his connections, but somehow seems retiscent so far!