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Going out to eat is such a CHORE

25 August 2009

RIGHT. After much studying of the online menu I have decided that I shall have the same starter as Lauren tomorrow. And she will order first to allow me to copy her pronunciation. Because I did not take Italian lessons. I took German, dropped it and now ten years later run a bilingual web site about an Austrian. All of which probably means I’m going to marry an Italian.

But anyway, now I can’t decide between the following for my main:

Rigatoni che Puparuoli
With mixed peppers, tomatoes and parmesan cheese in a cream sauce

or

Strascinato alla Cacciatora
Fresh pasta with strips of chicken, Italian bacon, onions & cherry tomatoes

I eventually took the Particelli one out of the running because THE INTERNET COULD NOT TELL ME WHAT PARTICELLI WAS. I put the dish title into a translator and it told me that I’d be eating Particles of the Mount. I do not want to eat Particles of the Mount. Unless one of you is about to tell me that the Mount is very yummy when eaten one particle at a time.

I know what rigatoni is. The interweb is ambiguous with its definition and illustration of strascinato, but I think it might win.

Hmm. I still have 24 hours to dwell on it.

I wonder what I should have to drink?

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