A Quickie (No, Not That Kind ...)

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Okay, sorry, no war today. Went out to eat with friends Friday night, returned home too stuffed to think. I mean, it was an Italian restaurant, a good Italian restaurant. Bear in mind, I've eaten in Rome, Florence, and Venice, so I have a pretty good idea what Italian food is supposed to taste like. Marchetti's is really good.

So if you're ever in Cranston, Rhode Island, check them out. (Their website is where I got the lead-in photo if you're interested.)

I had one of the specials, pasta rusticante, which was penne in a pink sauce with chicken, prosciutto, and shrimp. Covered in mozzarella and baked in the oven, it was very tasty, enough for two meals! (Yes, I'm not a complete glutton, I took some home with me.)

At the end of the meal while the ladies were sipping their second Moscato, the guys decided they wanted coffee. The server asked what sort of coffee I'd like and I asked if it was weird to order an Irish coffee in an Italian place.

"Not at all, but have you ever tried our Italian coffee?"

"Ah, to me, that's espresso, but I'm a Yank, what do I know?"

"Well, here we make it with amaretto. Irish coffee has Bailey's and whisky, right?"

"Yeah, that's right, I think. Yeah, I'll try your Italian coffee."

Oh dear, it was really, really good. Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks?

So the company was excellent and the food was sublime.

Here's how much I like Marchetti's, I drove there during Providence rush hour. Okay, not as bad as Boston or New York, or any of a hundred other cities, but still, an hour for a 30 minute drive? I abhor traffic, I will avoid it by any means necessary.

But dangle good Italian food in my face?

Stand back folks, here I come at a blazing ten miles an hour!

Seriously, I enjoyed it.

So yeah, no fiction post today.

Oh yeah, one more thing ...