I’m talking marinara sauce dripping down your forearms. An absurd numbers of balls stuffed into fresh italian bread. melted mozzarella binding it all together. attainable piece of heaven.
Nothing annoys me more about the American culture than the lack of enthusiasm. If I invite you to go somewhere and your answer is “sure” or “why not”, I’m taking it back. I do not wanna be surrounded by indifferent people. It’s unworthy.
