In New York, pasta had always been one of those dishes that just got it right. No matter where you went. But every now and then, a place came along that didn’t just serve pasta… it hit something deeper.
I hadn’t planned to find it. Definitely hadn’t planned to feel anything.
And yet, there I was, sitting in a tiny, no-frills spot, completely caught off guard by a plate that tasted like a memory I didn’t even realize I missed. No dramatic presentation…