Being the sucker for Italian food that I am, I was excited when I found an ad for a place called “Danson’s Italian Cafe” in town. (I also was amused, given that this town has 10k people, and at least 5 places to get pizza because of the 2 colleges). The boyfriend says “Don’t ever go there. If it says that they deliver to dorms in the ad, stay away.” I think to myself that he doesn’t live here, so I’ll try it.
I go time number 1. Order fetuccine alfredo to go. Can’t be hard to mess up, right? I go to Wal-Mart afterwards because I need salad dressing. Get home, the noodles are stuck together. If an Italian restaurant should know how to do one thing right, it’s cook pasta.
I figure that it may be because it took me 10 min or so to get it home and eat it, and go on my way.
I try again tonight. SPAGHETTI. Safest thing on the menu. I can cook spaghetti right.
Get home, noodles are stuck together. This is unacceptable.
I’m done. If we have a Dopefest in Arkadelphia, it’s not going to be there.
Hmmm. I wouldn’t expect freshly-cooked pasta to survive anything more than the journey from kitchen to table. Ten minutes is pretty much a guarantee that it’ll stick.
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Oh, not at all true. There’s a pasta place that delivers here, and the noodles NEVER stick. It’s not the greatest of pasta, but it’s yummy enough that I’ve ordered more than once. Never have I seen a sticky noodle.
Oh, not at all true. There’s a pasta place that delivers here, and the noodles NEVER stick. It’s not the greatest of pasta, but it’s yummy enough that I’ve ordered more than once. Never have I seen a sticky noodle.
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Then order there. Duh? What part of “I found a place I like and they deliver” are you not getting?
You have a place to support. Do so. Let the other die for lack of funds. So simple…
But, but…the Ouachita area is absolutely known for their marvelous Italian cuisine!
Oh, wait.
The best Italian food to be had in Arkansas is in Eureka Springs. I can’t remember the name of the place, but it was a little hole in the wall downtown, just the other said of the Flatiron building, I think.
Googling now…ah, yes! DeVito’s! Yummy stuff!
Any Dopefest in Arkansas should be had in Eureka. That place is just perfect for it.
Did this make sense in your own head? Because it really doesn’t make sense to me.
Anyway, pasta will stick if it sits for two minutes. Any restaurant staffed by people capable of tying their shoes oughta recognize that the trip home with some take-out pasta is going to last longer than that. Hence, one normally oils pasta after draining it. The restaurant is clearly staffed by morons.
Yep. The only way I could see to keep the pasta from sticking after a trip of 10 minutes is adding oil. And I despise oily pasta. (If anyone knows of another method, please share.) Oil kinda defeats the purpose of most pasta as it keeps the sauce from sticking to the noodle. (And please, no nitpicks about my use of the word “noodle.” I’m being colloquial here.) Pasta needs to have some of the starch on it to help the sauce adhere to it. Oily pasta = a heap of spaghetti with a pool of sauce on the bottom of the bowl. Yuck.
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But, but…the Ouachita area is absolutely known for their marvelous Italian cuisine!
Oh, wait.
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You should be thinking of Tontitown.
DeVito’s is great. My wonderful wife is Eureka native. Her mom and pop used to run a restaurant up there. They know everybody. Life is good when we go to Eureka to visit and eat.
Email me when you hear of one. Hopefully I’ll be able to go back home for it.
It makes sense in my head if I pretend that brownie thought he was responding to the OP, not to someone else.
For a long time I thought you really couldn’t mess up Italian food. Then my wife and I ate at an “Italian” restaurant in a tiny little mountain town, and I was enlightened.
She, unable to keep anything down for the next two days, was even more enlightened.
DeVito’s is great. My wonderful wife is Eureka native. Her mom and pop used to run a restaurant up there. They know everybody. Life is good when we go to Eureka to visit and eat.
Please email me when you hear of one. Hopefully I’ll be able to go back home for it.
The quotes around “Italian Cafe” made me think this was going to be along the lines of my experience, when I went to a restaraunt called “The Italian Sandwich Place” or something like that, expecting, oh, I dunno, Italian sandwiches, with lots of tomato sauce and mozarella cheese and whatnot. The menu was just your basic ham/turkey/roast beef type sandwiches. Nothing remotely Italian about it. I’m still confused by that one.
Well, I just had an “Italian” bulkie for lunch and it had one slice salami, one slice baloney and a buncha ham. With lettuce and tomato which I removed because that’s simply an abomination.
Well, yeah, OK. Italian doesn’t necessarily mean tomato sauce and mozzarella. But at least yours had salami. To me, a ham and swiss cheese with lettuce and tomatoes doesn’t exactly scream “Look at me! I’m from Italy!”
