It’s late, but there’s no way I’m going to sleep any time soon. I just had the most intense craving I have had since I got here. It literally brought tears to my eyes. I want spaghetti from The Little Venice in Binghamton NY. The Little Venice is a restaurant that has been around for a long long time. In my mother’s family, it has been a staple for as long as they can remember. We always used to get it when we visited my grandmother. Later, when I was going to Ithaca college, I would stay with her and get it on a regular basis. I would even drive down from school to get it on occasion. My girlfriend at the time and I almost died in a car accident during a snow storm in Owego coming back from an impromptu spaghetti run… I would always go in the back way, off of prospect street (next to the bus station), it looked like you were going into an abandoned wharehouse. Once you got in, the place became the typical New York state Italian place, dark panelling, lots of oil paintings, etc. I can actually smell what the bar smells like there… Ah memories, I really want some… The sauce is on the sweet side, my brother claims they put applesauce into the sauce to get it that sweet. Unlike my mother, I actually like their default, really thick noodles. I like tasting the pasta along with the sauce… Oh Lord, I hope I can get to sleep….
Isaac