Intensively wolf-rife section of town
My comfort food is italian. Pizza is obvious, but it’s really more “any port in a storm.” I don’t have any yet, but I believe today is the day. It has been some time since I’ve calorically splurged.
LJ posts today are priceless, by the way.
And I can’t say the phrase “by the way” anymore without thinking about bean feasts. And thus, Ms. Fisher.
sadly today won’t work, but if you wanna splurge on caloric italian, i’m having a hunkering for pasta. if you can hold off, or want to indulge more than once, let me know!@#!@#
*laugh* I will make the exception again for good hanging-out.
oh, one of those!
Pizza house here you come.
Shall I call ahead for you?
Instead, I went to Roma’s, just north of work, where an old italian man in a tuxedo waited on us, and efficiently and insistently replaced my meal when he realized I didn’t like it all that much, without fuss.
Indeed he received a large tip.