Picture it, Healdsburg, California, 2007. A group of drunkards in their late 20s stumble into Bear Republic's brewpub at the end of a day of drinking, looking to satiate their hunger and also drink more beer. Among them, young woman with the crazily stylish hair of a young Richard Blais. They are seated at two tables near the windows, away from the other patrons, most likely because the people at Bear Republic know a group of annoying drunkards when they see one.
The young woman is given a menu. Her eyes scan, looking for something to satiate the rumbling in her stomach. Then she sees it: Polenta Mountain. At some point after the group orders more beer and the waiter stupidly serves it to them, the waiter returns to take food orders.
The waiter looks at the young woman and says, "What would you like, Miss?"
The young woman looks up at the waiter and says, "I would like to scale Polenta Mountain, my good man."
The group of drunkards all laugh. The waiter is not amused. He scowls at the young woman and says, "Is that what you're ordering?"
"It is," she says. "And I'll have another beer."
That young woman was me. And that young man was Benito Mussolini.

Re: here is a story, because it is slow
How was the view from the top of mount polenta?
exemplary story!