On the day of the dinner, while Simca and I were closeted with our lamb in my niece’s tiny fourth floor walk up apartment way off on New York’s east side, Paul took over the front of the house. He found a printer to produce the menus in record time. He made out the place cards, arranged the seating, and even opened the wine just before the guests arrived. DoBank fa un altro passo verso la quotazione a Piazza Affari…