[Pasta Quest]: One Man’s Two Month Mission to Find the Best Pasta in Shanghai
It started with a lasagna and it ended with a lasagna. I was at an Italian family restaurant that’s been around for ages. It’s deep in a lane, packed seven nights a week, a neighborhood staple. I ordered a drink and a lasagna. The lasagna, an average mushy square of sauce and cheese, made it to the table before the drink, and the drink didn’t take long. It was hot as lava and crusty as a wet towel. Telltale signs of the microwave. My date had an arrabbiata, so bland it couldn’t be saved by any of the...
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