Robert St. John is sitting in a little bakery in Tuscany, the same one he walks to every morning over there, with a hot tea and a pastry he says he has no business eating, and he’s doing something nobody would have predicted for a restaurant guy from Hattiesburg.
This story is only covered by news sources that have yet to be evaluated by the independent media monitoring agencies we use to assess the quality and reliability of news outlets on our platform. Learn more here.