Could there be anything more mayoral than stuffing yourself silly in Etobicoke? I think not.
Yesterday evening I piled into a car on a mission with three of my favourites to Mama Martino's to try heaping portions of cheap, decent pasta. The drive was long, the mood was silly, albeit hangry, but we made it and the second the food started hitting the table we were instantly jovial.
I annoyed everyone with photo taking, but hey, I was instantly nostalgic for big mama's place. You will be, too, once you check it out.
I ate: bruschetta, caesar salad, chicken parm with a side of carbonara (extra $1.50). It was all tasty and really reasonably priced. Hooray! It's 12:50 the following day and I'm still full.
PEPPER POINTS for the red and white checkered table cloths. It's how I know suburban Canadian-Italian locales are legit.