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Handmade over store bought any day!

Yesterday I went to dinner with my girl, Jess. Boy did we carb! We enjoyed a 4 course meal at Capri (my fave Italian restaurant in the area). We enjoyed the stuffed artichoke appetizer, salad, rigatoni, and the most ah-mazing pistachio cheesecake. Let's focus on the main dish. The Rigatoni. (so good it deserved its own sentence). Jess had the handmade rigatoni a la (some Italian word) and I had the rigatoni arrabiatta (spicy) with shrimp. I was jealous because the rigatoni Jess ordered said "handmade" and mine didn't but our awesome waitress, Ola, requested that my dish be made with the handmade pasta. It was divine. The sauce was perfect, spicy and flavorful, the rigatoni was made perfectly and cooked al dente. I was a happy lady. I only got through a couple bites before I started to feel like I might get full and didn't want to because she and I agreed that we would get dessert. The dessert... Pistachio? Cheesecake? the best crust I have ever tasted... More please! I am getting hungry again as I sit here typing... I have to refrain from indulgence for a while though. Tomorrow, we hit the gym!


Warning: Contents in picture were as good as they look!


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  1. UnknownMarch 5, 2018 at 4:42 PM

    Delish! I want to go back in time and eat it again! I'm glad we're on the same page & have a game plan when we go out to eat- this time... carbs it was! <3

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  2. UnknownMarch 6, 2018 at 2:29 PM

    Holy cow that looks so delicious! I'm coming with next time!

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