California has a lot of claims to fame, sunsets, surfboards, and kale smoothies, but I found mine in a tiny Italian restaurant where ravioli stole the spotlight.
I waltzed in expecting a quiet dinner and left convinced pasta deserves its own red carpet. Every bite was a plot twist, every sauce a supporting actor, and suddenly, a humble ricotta-stuffed pillow of dough had more charisma than most dishes I’ve ever met.
Honestly, it wasn’t just dinner. It was a performance, and I was front-row, mouth open in awe. Could a ravioli really outshine a Hollywood premiere?…