Or is it Lasagne? Or is it Lasigaga, as Alex put it? Only the Italians know. Mmmmm, Garfield's favourite: delicious noodles layered with cheese and meat. Om nom nom. We went to
Piazza Italia in NW, and boy, are we glad we called ahead for a reservation! Super packed, super small, super cute. The lasagna(e)(sigaga) took 15 minutes and the waiter seemed super worried that we might leave.
We didn't, obviously. I had no Lasigaga, because it seems like a weird time to have a heavy Italian treat. I had wine and Spaghetti Pomodoro, which was delicioso.
Alex loved it. After the burning subsided. He was way impatient and ate several steaming hot bites before declaring that he burned his tongue. Well, duh, tesoro. Good things come to those who wait.
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