"If you served this in an Italian restaurant, at a minimum they would burn the place down."
The Tidewater region was a great place to live, I had a small rented house three blocks from the Bay on Buckroe Avenue. The beach was a short walk away, I would do a short run on the beach before going to work. Always enjoyed the sunrise from there.I kid you not, when I was a kid, I went clamming in Assawoman bay. Not far from Hampton.
I recall my first (and last) experience with that stuff. "Spaghetti-O's" at a grade-school pal's home. Had to choke it down and try to act appreciative.cans of spaghetti with sauce (think Chef Boyardee).
Growing up in West Virginia, there was a very good Italian restaurant in Clarksburg. Dad was good friends with the original owners/ founders. Besides amazing Italian food, they had the best meatball sub on the planet! Don't know how it stacks up these days, but back then it was amazing!We had a small family owned Italian place within a mile of home for a few years and it was great.
That's interesting, Paul. My dad was the same way, supper was always meat 'n potatoes. But mom was a first gen American-Italian. Lunches were pure Italian "peasant food." Brother and I had the best of both worlds!When growing up we didn't have any so-called," Foreign" foods, meat and potatoes were the staple on our table. Pop wanted meat at every meal plus all kinds of vegetables. Home-made bread was also a requirement of dads. I didn't know what spaghetti or Italian food was until I went into the Navy. It took a little getting used to as I never had it. PJ