...when I saw the four (4!) hot Italian guys leaning sulkily against the doorjamb of the restaurant.
...that it was going to be excellent. Did I mention they have a pizza oven? Yeah. We had our own pitcher of water (not common here), then calamari fritti (tender, salty, and with a little salad with fresh-made balsamic vinaigrette OMG), then we shared a pizza - hot out of the oven, crispy Neapolitan-style, with fresh tomato sauce (the kind with nothing in it but tomatoes), a little cheese, and a few slices of spicy Italian sausage (aka, sort of like pepperoni, but hand-cut).
Yeah. So...I think we'll be going back there. Did I mention it was 12 pounds? MmHm.
P.S. And then a cute Italian fellow came in and ordered IN ITALIAN and he ordered the calamari fritti, and I wanted to scoot over and be all, "It's yummy!!" but here in England you don't really get all up in people's business like that. So I held it in. Barely. He was having risotto with seafood for his main course. Obviously, a man of taste.
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Bring him back for Jen or Kelly.... you can deliver him in August....
These are also the moments that you take out your digtial camera and take a photo of said hot guys so we can judge which one of the four at THE hawtness... I mean, why else do they make the cameras so small and pocketsize? So you can snap photos of hot men and email them around the world, of course!
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