Late lunch with the kid, place near hotel called Marri’s Piza and Pasta. I got the fettucini carbonara, which had the plain jane average garlic cream sauce w/ bacon and peas. Nothing too special.
Jessica first ordered the medium calzone, and I gave her the, ‘do you really want the medium?’. History tells me of the larger meal portions that are served in the states. Especially around tourist traps.
I’m still here, we have leftovers,