Eventually after turning off every filter except "open now," I stumbled across Win-Spuntino. An Italian place. That does takeout. It's like the place that I've been searching for forever since we don't have Fazolis. They just opened a few months ago, so that explains why I haven't heard about it before.
Like Doraemon. |
So what's it like? The whole place is tiny, like smaller than my apartment tiny. They have a seating area, but it's mainly a take-out place. This means that it's also a bit odd, because they have table service, but it really feels like they're working far harder than they need to. I mean, I can see the pop machine over there. I could just walk over and get my own refill. I feel extra lazy when you do it for me.
They also play "Let's Praise the Fuck out of Jesus" music, which I didn't notice until I was in the middle of eating. That's generally something I'm not a fan of.
But the food's the actual important thing:
Oh yeah, even for dine in, they serve it in take out containers. This makes sense for two reasons. |
The only thing that makes this not a full replacement for Fazolis is that there's no small sizes or sampler, so I can't do the thing where I mix the alfredo and red sauces into a delicious pink middle ground. It's reasonably close, and I can imagine stopping by after work, placing a to-go order, getting some groceries at the Foodland, and then picking it up after that and going home.
It only took five years, but I think I've found my Italian place.
- Animals.
- This commentary clearly misses the squirrel viewpoint. The squirrel was just jumping along, when suddenly that log turned out to not be a log, but a big squishy panda. When you expect log, and get squishy panda, you change course and get to a safe place to reconsider.
- Red panda baby.
- Kiwi exercise.
- Not animals.
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