Last night I had made an awesome dinner of smothered pork chops, rice, and organic green beans and 5 minutes before it was done, my sister-in-law invited us for dinner. To surprise my brother we were to meet at a local legendary italian restorante, we will call it the Pasta Nazis. This place is epic. At the Pasta Nazis you cannot go wrong ordering the special or something completely different than you would think you would like, because no matter what you order it will be utterly delicious. That is until last night.
Everything went up without a hitch, if you toss aside our space cadet waiter, in the beginning. Just a family surprising a young man with dinner after he was offered an amazing job, at a family owned restaurant. He was thrilled to share the good news and we were thrilled to hear it. It was beautiful. That is until our second round of water came out and the family all agreed that the water tasted heavily metallic. This was fine. We had all selected fabulous dishes such as Fettucini Alfredo, Spaghetti Carbonara, and Eggplant Parm. But you see, little did we know the problem would lie not only in Carbonara but also the Alfredo.
Our waiter said they did not have ranch for our salads, yet when we were presented with peppercorn cream dressing we knew he was wrong. Another fellow waiter came to ask my husband what chicken he ordered and where it was on the menu, my husband ordered the Carbonara. Once I told him how to make Carbonara he still requested I show him where it was at on the menu and I knew we were in trouble. When the dinner arrived the Carbonara looked correct. I was relieved, as this is my husbands favorite italian dish, and patiently waited for my alfredo. When it arrived all my patience flew right out the window with the second round of bread we ordered and never recieved. I am still not quite sure what I got but it sure as shit wasn't alfredo. I told the waiter and told him I didn't want it and when he left I thought that was that and reserved myself to not return to the resturant for awhile. Then the chef came out. He was pissed and proceeded to tell me that it was alfredo, he assured me, as he made himself. And then I lost it every shred of decency in my body.
I am sorry for all of you who have never made homemade alfredo because it is not only heaven on earth, but it is also one of the easiest sauces to make.I can make homemade alfredo with whole milk and coffee creamer for Christ's sake! So I bit my tongue until the check arrived and in detail, wrote the recipe on the back of the reciept. If you are going to presume you know how to make alfredo, then at least allow someone to show you how to really do it. Yes I understand the the irony here, allow me to digress anyhow.
This is the type of place you do not cancel a pizza you ordered for fear of being told to never call back. The type of place that if you ask for salt the waitress will literally glare at you as though you were Satan, not respond, and leave the table until your check is ready. When you go to the Pasta Nazis you can often hear screaming from the back, or the front depending on who's fighting, and you laugh about it. And if the brothers chase eachother with knives, as they often do, you know it will not effect your dinner and tip well for the entertainment. Even when the brother was sent to prison for being busted in a coke ring, you hurry up and make your reservation for fear you will never have true italian again for the rest of your life. This place was that epic. Nothing could possible foil the greatness you were about to eat. That is until last night.
I say "Thank-you Baby Brother" because the night was still wonderful. He brought us together on a boring Tuesday night to share amazing news of his huge income jump, the thought of them buying a house, and the notion of trashed birth control pills for him and his wife. It was still beautiful even though the service was hidious. He showed me that one does not need food to have a good time, and for me this is momentous. I also say "Thank-you Baby Brother" because now I can save 45-65 bucks for two, and make my alfredo at home. I know longer idolize the Pasta Nazis and their amazing food.
Alfredo Sauce (without creamer)
1 Cup Heavy Cream
1-2 Cloves Minced Garlic
1/4 Cup of Parmesean
1/2-1 Tsp fresh black pepper
2 Tbl butter
Sea Salt to taste
1.) Saute butter with garlic cloves on medium for 1 minute.
2.) Add remaining ingredients and cook on medium-low until thickened.
P.S. Everything in the above blog is true. The glares, the screaming, the knives and even the cocaine. Don't believe me? Visit Cheyenne, Wyoming and ask anyone, anyone, about the Pasta Nazis and I assure you, you will get directions promptly.
Everything went up without a hitch, if you toss aside our space cadet waiter, in the beginning. Just a family surprising a young man with dinner after he was offered an amazing job, at a family owned restaurant. He was thrilled to share the good news and we were thrilled to hear it. It was beautiful. That is until our second round of water came out and the family all agreed that the water tasted heavily metallic. This was fine. We had all selected fabulous dishes such as Fettucini Alfredo, Spaghetti Carbonara, and Eggplant Parm. But you see, little did we know the problem would lie not only in Carbonara but also the Alfredo.
Our waiter said they did not have ranch for our salads, yet when we were presented with peppercorn cream dressing we knew he was wrong. Another fellow waiter came to ask my husband what chicken he ordered and where it was on the menu, my husband ordered the Carbonara. Once I told him how to make Carbonara he still requested I show him where it was at on the menu and I knew we were in trouble. When the dinner arrived the Carbonara looked correct. I was relieved, as this is my husbands favorite italian dish, and patiently waited for my alfredo. When it arrived all my patience flew right out the window with the second round of bread we ordered and never recieved. I am still not quite sure what I got but it sure as shit wasn't alfredo. I told the waiter and told him I didn't want it and when he left I thought that was that and reserved myself to not return to the resturant for awhile. Then the chef came out. He was pissed and proceeded to tell me that it was alfredo, he assured me, as he made himself. And then I lost it every shred of decency in my body.
I am sorry for all of you who have never made homemade alfredo because it is not only heaven on earth, but it is also one of the easiest sauces to make.I can make homemade alfredo with whole milk and coffee creamer for Christ's sake! So I bit my tongue until the check arrived and in detail, wrote the recipe on the back of the reciept. If you are going to presume you know how to make alfredo, then at least allow someone to show you how to really do it. Yes I understand the the irony here, allow me to digress anyhow.
This is the type of place you do not cancel a pizza you ordered for fear of being told to never call back. The type of place that if you ask for salt the waitress will literally glare at you as though you were Satan, not respond, and leave the table until your check is ready. When you go to the Pasta Nazis you can often hear screaming from the back, or the front depending on who's fighting, and you laugh about it. And if the brothers chase eachother with knives, as they often do, you know it will not effect your dinner and tip well for the entertainment. Even when the brother was sent to prison for being busted in a coke ring, you hurry up and make your reservation for fear you will never have true italian again for the rest of your life. This place was that epic. Nothing could possible foil the greatness you were about to eat. That is until last night.
I say "Thank-you Baby Brother" because the night was still wonderful. He brought us together on a boring Tuesday night to share amazing news of his huge income jump, the thought of them buying a house, and the notion of trashed birth control pills for him and his wife. It was still beautiful even though the service was hidious. He showed me that one does not need food to have a good time, and for me this is momentous. I also say "Thank-you Baby Brother" because now I can save 45-65 bucks for two, and make my alfredo at home. I know longer idolize the Pasta Nazis and their amazing food.
Alfredo Sauce (without creamer)
1 Cup Heavy Cream
1-2 Cloves Minced Garlic
1/4 Cup of Parmesean
1/2-1 Tsp fresh black pepper
2 Tbl butter
Sea Salt to taste
1.) Saute butter with garlic cloves on medium for 1 minute.
2.) Add remaining ingredients and cook on medium-low until thickened.
P.S. Everything in the above blog is true. The glares, the screaming, the knives and even the cocaine. Don't believe me? Visit Cheyenne, Wyoming and ask anyone, anyone, about the Pasta Nazis and I assure you, you will get directions promptly.
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