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| - My love for pasta had been put on ice for so long, the wheat-free thing, over indulging of home cooked sauces, the lack of stellar, affordable mom and pop Italian spots near home...
And then, all of that fades away and we enter to tiny tables packed with boisterous locals, the smell of garlic and tomato wafting from the kitchen. Ahhhhh, calm.
The menu is kept manageable with first, second, pasta and pizza dishes. And oh, what's this - gluten-free pasta? I can eat pasta at an Italian restaurant? It's at this stage we've ordered a decently priced wine ($33 for a Chianti) and I'm getting hungry.
I couldn't have ordered better for my hunger level and cravings. The Fusilli Rose was packed full of eggplant, the sauce was so flavourful, and the gluten-free pasta -- which is often hit or miss -- was cooked el dente.
The best surprise was when our server brought me gluten-free breadsticks so I could join in the oil-vinegar-swim with my dining mates.
Solid food that I'm already again craving!
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