There’s a specific kind of magic that happens when you step out of the blistering Arizona sun and into a cool, dim dining room that smells like fifty years of simmering garlic and slow-cooked tomato sauce.
We’ve all been to those trendy “Italian-fusion” spots with their white marble and tiny portions, but let’s be honest: when you’re craving a plate of pasta, you don’t want a concept-you want a hug on a plate.
I recently found myself tucked into a booth at a local Tucson landmark that’s been serving the community since the sixties, and I think I’ve finally found the “Holy Grail” of carbs. If you think you’ve had the state’s best spaghetti, hold that thought until you’ve tried the house specialty here…