When I announced to Daniele that I would be recording our conversation so that I could type it up later AND that I would need a photo of him, he looked like someone who had been told I would be stealing his soul. I like to think that Daniele’s enjoyment of the conversation steadily improved as we went on and that there was no soul-stealing involved. For my part, I relished every minute and learned a lot about Italian food, the possibilities of Italo-Asian fusion and about the head chef of Tipico.