A Restaurant Review by Taylor

So I went to an excellent restaurant today. I also acctually learned how to spell the word restaurant today as well, I always thought it was resteraunt which looks really dreadful all spelled out but I have more important things to do than check my spelling. [Note to all future publishing houses I will be applying to after college: Disregard the previous statement. And hire me. Please.]

I had a long standing date with my mom in Pasadena, and we happened upon an Italian restaurant on Colorado Blvd, 25 East Colorado Blvd, to be exact. It's called Mi Piace, and it's a kitchen, bakery and lounge. Or so the sign says. I saw the first two. It's really high class, they put us at a window table with linin napkins and stainless silver sugar cups and candlight and eveything. My mom and I kind of stuck out as we were as soaked as a sponge from the rain and wearing sweatshirts and the place was full of Carrie Bradshaws and gay couples on dates. I was pleased we got sat between two gay couples rather than the Carrie Bradshaws because...well, it's a self-esteem thing. Damn Sex in the City.

Anyways, the food was tremendous, Tropical Iced Tea to die for, the bread was warm and smothered with all kinds of herbs that doin't come dried off a Target spice rack. We ordered a iceberg salad with bacon and blue cheese and apples which was so crisp and delicious, but creamy. I got fettucine alfredo in a creme and shallot sauce with chicken that made me have a Meg Ryan orgasm that broke gay couple #2 apart from their Camels and capuccinos. My mom got ricotta and pumpkin ravioli. It's way better than it sounds. Then we had amazing close-my-eyes-and-oh-my-God-I-must-be-in-Naples tiramisu. PLUS they gave out the good kind of matches, the ones that make me say "Oh, look, matches! I suppose I'll take a box..." and then stuff 19 in my shirt.

All that to say, well done Mi Piace, well done.