on the table

I'm the worst friend.  Flew away during a weekend of not one, not two, but three birthdays.  To miss tactical combat, cake, ribs... and virgin sacrifices.  And another cold winter hike.

This is Jules looking sadly judge-y before she knew it was time to judge.

We like to do things for the experience... and then the story.  A full Italian meal served right on the table?  Check that off the bucket list.

Over at Bunky's Cafe, they set you up with a table top, waxy cutting board type situation.  You get a class of red or white wine, plates of garlic bread, and many many many paper towels to soak up the sauce trenches.

Because what happens is the piping hot spaghetti and tomato sauce cause the board to warp and buckle upward so streams of red sauce start flowing towards you for a really messy and precarious dining experience.

A mound of noodles, several ladles of sauce, and two meatballs per person.

Started starving, ended engorged.

Jules can tell you about that.

The meatballs were somewhat dry, and it wasn't a mind-blowing meal of spaghetti and meatballs.  But the novelty.  It made me want to eat polenta off a long table covered in butcher paper next.
And if you have just a tiny bit of room left (or if you have a separate dessert stomach like me), a cute and tiny cannoli is included to cleanse the palate.

All for $20 (with tax and tip)