This weekend we were enticed by Grandma Judy to come to her house for lunch - she was serving up a spaghetti bar! Wow - a spaghetti bar?
As in similar to a potato bar where one finds a giant pile of baked taters and is then bombarded with a bar FULL of options to load on top of the potato? Oh boy, Oh boy, Oh boy! I can hardly wait to see a mounding pot of noodles with all kinds of goodies to top my pasta with - sauces, meats, veggies (yech), cheeses, etc.
Grandma Judy's getting fancy now - watch out Tecumseh!
... Or not. (insert sound of crickets chirping)
Not only did the spaghetti bar consist of a maximum of TWO sauce choices, but there was no spaghetti to be had! There were"crazy" noodles (you know, the funny color ones) and there was linguine. Neither of which are spaghetti. Sauce choices: red with meat or white with shrimp. And while the garlic bread was truly divine, there were no options here either.
Pasta Station? Maybe. Spaghetti Bar? Not even close.
But..... I ate you anyway and enjoyed every minute of it!