“In his charming memoir, Mr. Cipriani tells how Hemingway liked to order . . . . [W]e find out how bellinis . . . came into existence, [and] why tablecloths shouldn't be green. . . . Cheers.”—The New York Times Book Review"Often entertaining . . . The author is at his best when he ruminates about the preferred shape of a table, the difference between snobbery and genuine luxury and the fad for 'light' cuisine,"—Publishers Weekly"A very enjoyable book . . . This is mostly the story of the original [Harry's Bar] in Venice. More than that, it is a warm, sometimes meandering family history, an ode to restaurateuring, and a personal memoir centered on one of the most famous bistros anywhere. . . . Cipriani obligingly recreates the star-watching aspect of his bar(s), in which the likes of Ernest Hemingway and Sinclair Lewis (whose dislike for each other was intense--at least on Hemingway's part), Orson Welles, the Aga Khan, and other celebrities too numerous to mention were familiar faces both at the bar and occasionally on the floor."—Booklist