Spaghetti loyalty runs deep in Pennsylvania. One swirl of pasta, one forkful of slow simmered sauce, and suddenly everyone at the table has an opinion.
Al dente perfection, Sunday supper energy, garlic and basil rising in warm waves from the plate.
That is the kind of meal that does not need flashy presentation to win hearts. It simply arrives generous and glowing, red sauce clinging to every strand, meatballs resting like little crowns of comfort…