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| Jessica hooked the kid up for his birthday (it's Tuesday, but I don't mind punctuality) with lunch at Mezza Luna. We brought along my man Hard Core Logo, too. Mezz Luna dates back to the 1930s, and made their bones serving pasta to servicemen from the military base. If there's a better restaurant in Bourne, I'd like to try it out. Check out their website, which- don't be alarmed- might play some Sinatra for you. The place went up in flames (firefighters tell me that even the restaurant fire smelled good) a few years ago, but they rebuilt. The Cubellis family is a good enough employer that they got a nice % of the staff back when they re-opened. Jake, who served us, was superb. |
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| Hardcore Logo is a man of simple tastes, and tends to order off the Kid Menu. I actually have about the same diet, so this restaurant review probably won't move down the evolutionary scale much more than "The salad was yummy." |
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| It never hurts to fortify yourselves with enough Autumn Punch that the pictures start coming out blurry. |
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| Jessica is at work, and I'm a bit of a moron when it comes to all things classy. We dd a food review for Cape Cod TODAY once, and it wasn't pretty. Some quotes from the article..."Fudge Bomb"... "donnez-moi le bag de chienne, monsieur."... "God help me, I'll stab this fork into your stupid forehead.".. "Momma cooked the breakfast with no squid."... "I don't care if it's what I get at Olive Garden, it's what I want." |
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| We don't call it Tummy Porn because someone violates a navel. Heck no, we go Tummy Deep into various restaurants in the area. This is my manicotti, with a diet-busting side of two meatballs. They don't skimp on the sauce, I'm a messy eater, and the table around me looked like a crime scene when I finished. The food melts in your mouth to the extent that, other than when I stole some of Hard Core Logo's fries, I didn't have to chew anything. Could be worse....  |
