another in a smoldering, miserable rage. our evening meal will be a turi's place osteria nero davola, which is just up the hill in taormina. by the time dinner rolls around, i'm ripped to the -- did i mention it's my birthday? i've had three hours of bobbing around on a pitching boat, couple more hours getting looped, two more hours lying on a sidewalk outside the restaurant while the crew hangs lights so i'm gone, baby, gone. i don't remember any of this. any of it. >> tomaso: so how's your day today? >> anthony: it was good. i had a nice boat trip. little swim. i would be told later that a gentleman named tomaso had joined me for dinner. also someone on the crew mentioned that his wife was present and that she didn't say much. presumably because this was not her preferred way to spend her birthday. >> turi: hi. >> anthony: hi. >> turi: tony. this is my passion. i like to find a whole variety of olive and one of these is white. >> anthony: so that's the original.