I just ordered an order of this. Who knows what will become of my mortal soul but I was seduced by the bikini panties, er, the beautiful menu description.
Tuscan. Sacchetti pasta served in a butter and parmigiano sauce with broccoli florets and chicken breast strips.
Sounded exquisite to a guy whose last meal was a politically incorrect hotdog. But belatedly I looked up sacchetti pasta. Realizing way too late that it’s a demonic cult with no good outcomes.
No, it’s not an accident. Look at this one.
Prefer closeups? Don’t.
What awaits. The Ninth Circle of Hell.
On the other hand, I could swear she winked at me.
So what are you doing with YOUR Tuesday afternoon. It is Tuesday, right?