Why do you stand in line for it, Mia? Could the pasta be that good, that worthy, that better than home cooked noodles?
Could It be better than Spaghetti Western? Not that I’ve ever eaten at Spaghetti Western, mind you – who has?
But is Pasta Mia really worthy of a line? Is it better than far out Amsterdam falafel?
And is really worth the wait?
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