Went to the Fort Lauderdale International Film Festival last night to see The Barolo Boys, a documentary about the group of Italian winemakers who broke from tradition and put the Nebbiolo grape wine on the map. Before the film, pasta and garlic rolls were served in the courtyard, courtesy of Gianni’s restaurant in Pompano Beach, and afterwards, people lingered around cocktail tables on a closed-off 6th Street. A large screen rose at one end of the street, and I asked one of the attendees if they were going to show a movie on it. Not a movie, he said, the Thursday night football game.
