Since the CC was down in the Village to watch a matinée (Carl Dreyer's Day of Wrath, in case you were wondering,) he decided to stop by his favorite place in New York for fresh and dried pasta: Raffeto's.
The owner has seen the CC before, and for once, he was not surprised at the size of the order (10 pounds of pasta total, give or take.)
"Are you a chef?" he said in an Italian accent clearly sensing a business opportunity since they source the pasta to most of the restaurants in New York.
"Only in my own house", said the CC, "but your pasta is so good that it runs out, so whenever I'm in the neighborhood I make sure to pick up enough till the next trip."
"Good plan", he replied, "I would do the same."
Lots of discussion of Italian cooking later, the CC lugged his pasta home on the subway. The fellow subway riders looked vaguely amused.
Monday, September 8, 2008
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