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| - My mom lives in Black Mountain in Henderson. I mean, literally IN the mountain. They had to blow parts of the mountain away to build her neighborhood. Now, naturally, once I get myself out to her house there are few things that can wrench me away. The sweet promise of my bed or a well-oiled Johnny Depp poised to feed me grapes are two of those few things. And although I loves me some food, sometimes not even food can persuade me to leave. That is when the sweet, sweet promise of Rosati's whispers itself into my waiting, starving ear.
I guess this place is a chain, but it's new to me so I'll pretend that it's an authentic Italian place run by a cute little Italian family who scream adorable little Italian obscenities at each other whilst covered in flour and bits of pasta. I've never actually had their pizza here, but I've had giant trays of their pasta delivered to me and they've always been so good. Their sauces are hearty and flavorful, and if you decide to get meatballs, let me tell you, they're as big as my head. And I have a GIANT head. However, I bet they're a lot tastier than my noggin. My carb lovin' self can't eat enough of their stupid garlic bread and their fried mushrooms just make the really big girl inside of me really, really happy. If you're a lazy bum who can't be arsed to cook, but you still want an actual meal this is probably perfection.
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