Wow that is crazy. We were lucky enough to not run into much in the way of American tourism, other than at this particular restaurant, and one in Positano, which I’m sure had to do with the fact that it had been immortalized by John Steinbeck (and more recently, Vanity Fair).
Both restaurants, despite their obvious appeal to American tourists, were phenomenal. I couldn’t recommend them enough. But you do observe the sort of American spirit when you’re around this shit — this willingness to project the American point of view on any and everything in your path. As if people in Italy really sit and think about our elections (or anything else for that matter).