I mean, marinara's in my blood. You remember Uncle Vito? He came to this country with nothing. He turned that trattoria into a gold mine.

我是说，我血液流淌着意式风味。我叔叔维托来这里时一无所有。他把那间饮食店变成了矿。

Rosemary insisted on treating Dick to lunch next day. They went to a little trattoria kept by an Italian who had worked in America, and ate ham and eggs and waffles. Afterward, they went to the hotel.

罗斯玛丽坚持要请迪克第二天午饭。他们去了一个在美国工作过意大利人开小，了火腿、鸡蛋和华夫饼。随后，他们去了酒店。

He turned that trattoria into a gold mine.

他把那间饮食店变成了矿。