Dinner at the Spaghetti Factory

After therapy the kids and I had a busketti dinner at the Old Spaghetti Factory! You read correctly, we ate b-u-s-k-e-t-t-i. That’s what the kids call the long, stringy pasta. I asked them to spell it for me to be sure. I even pointed out that the name of the restaurant was spelled differently, and asked them why that was. They did not know.

I love their spaghetti with browned butter and Mizithra cheese, ala Homer. As they say, a toothsome treat for cheese lovers! I’ve never had pasta like that any place else.