I went to Casa di Amore, or as I like to call it, "Casa di A... MORE PLEASE!" with my friends Pat, Kohl, Nick, Gilburt, Yabo, Mensah, Shawn, and Masoli. Our waitress was a quick-wristed, Italian woman called Guiseppe. Masoli organized the dinner, so he put a lot of pressure on everyone at the table to order foods that rhyme with his name. Unfortunately, this limited us to ravioli and cannolis. The live music was incredible, although some of the lyrics were a little bit different from what I remembered (e.g. "when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie that's Masoli"). The women there were much nicer than most women. Instead of getting angry when I asked them questions on their way to the bathroom, they just ignored me. Guiseppe gave me a cannoli even though I didn't order one. In Italy, this means a woman is in love with you. "Cannoli" literally translates to "little tube". The suggestion was obvious; she wanted a little tube in return. I decided I couldn't reciprocate the gesture when I saw Guiseppe offering cannolis to literally everyone. Casa di Amore: Masoli, ravioli, cannoli