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“The True Story of How Sadye and I Ended Up Sitting In The First Row Of Mr. Peabody and Sherman a Couple Saturday Nights Ago With Three Different Types of Candy.” It all started when we had the genius idea to go see The Grand Budapest Hotel the night after it opened. (My next project is to make the Mendl’s pastry tower from the movie). We signed onto Fandango, in denial, an hour before we wanted to go and we were *stunned* to see that it was sold out until 11:45. So we saw what else was playing and figured we could see Nonstop, which was screening at a less severe time (poor tired sophomores—we can’t wait until next year for the SAT studying we’re going to have to do). I mean Liam Neeson blowing things up? On a plane? Okay sure.
But then we got lost in our warm, crispy bruschetta topped with ricotta and truffle oil and missed our movie. And being the good law abiding citizens that we are, we opted to not try and sneak into The Grand Budapest Hotel and bought tickets to the showing of Peabody that had started 10 minutes ago, waited in the snack line for ages and ended up with the coveted front row seats. And honestly, Peabody was kind of good. Kind of.
But half an hour before that, we were eating the most delicious pasta. I was having one of those nights where I was craving Italian food. My family doesn’t eat Italian out very often because that’s what we primarily eat at home (we’ve got the “always half-full tub of frozen tomato sauce that my Nonna makes” thing going). But Tarallucci E Vino is one of my favorite Italian restaurants.
It’s pretty awesome because in the morning, they have a great coffee bar where you can go get a cappuccino and a pastry and feel very Italian for thirty minutes. And at night, they have really creative, delicious dishes. I had duck ragú which was rolled up in flat, thin pasta. It was sweet and smokey and the ideal meal to eat on a cold night when it should really be warm outside. Sadye had pasta with tomatoes and broccoli rabe, which tasted sort of wood fired. We also shared four types of bruschetta. One was ricotta and truffle oil (classic and perfect). There was a cannellini bean one, and eggplant puree one (which looked ominous, but was so good), and a roasted tomato and olive oil one.
Anyway, I’m going to be lazy here because I don’t have a good conclusion other than Tarallucci E Vino’s pasta is worth missing your movie, Mr. Peabody and Sherman is actually pretty good, and movie candy is delicious. I could work this into a witty transition, but I think it would be more worthwhile to finally write the conclusion for my Spanish paper.