I put egg into ricotta because ricotta is hard to spread if you don't. Okay, I tend to prefer low-fat ricotta, which I am sure makes a difference. But high-fat cheeses make me go ugh. I also put in all the extra stuff I can think of, which at my house is usually spices and mushrooms.
I have suddenly turned into Miss Dragass at work. Which is a pity, because I think I have to stay here till like 8pm. Hope poptarts help.
Aiiieee. Some things I cannot lie effectively about. Getting asked point blank about veracity of a rumor about coworker's fate is one of them. At least by someone who has worked with me all this time and him longer than I. My nonanswer gave it away.
One advantage of Indian restaurants -- not overchained yet.
Buca di Beppo actually started here as Buca's (they added the "di Beppo" when they decided to go national) not too far from where I live. I actually like eating there, but I think that the outlier restaurants are a little more focused on the enforced fun aspect. It is raucous, but they're really good to large groups.
There's even a table in the kitchen, which, to me, would mean FREE MEAL. It's not a treat to be put in the kitchen, folks. It's punishment.
I've paid $100 to sit at the chef's table (in a different restaurant). It's great.
Gah. Now I need Italian food.
That sounds amazing.
They had pictures of the chefs on the menus. Not photos -- paintings. And we had our own waiter the whole night through (he ended up getting my number, that's how good he was). The food was
breathtaking.
There's even a table in the kitchen, which, to me, would mean FREE MEAL. It's not a treat to be put in the kitchen, folks. It's punishment.
I've paid $100 to sit at the chef's table (in a different restaurant). It's great.
Amendment: I meant that sitting in Buca di Beppo's kitchen would be punishment. An actual non-agonizing restaurant would be a different thing.
Buca di Beppo can be a lot of fun with a group of people who all enjoy embracing the cheese factor. I had a great time there (in the Pope Room!) with a group from my church.
Olive Garden's food is okay for what it is (faux Italian), but I refuse to eat there. I have never EVER had good service there and have more often than not had spectacularly bad service. I was even accused of being racist when I complained about my waitress. I don't like her because she brought the wrong thing 3 times, not because she's black. I will never go back.
I will do anything for skeeball.
The things one learns about Teppy.
Hm. I'm going to have to try some of these crazy eggful lasagna recipes and see if I like them better than my old standby. My poor friends, forced to eat pan after pan of lasagna. I hope they can forgive me.