The Spaghetti Factory plus Paul McCartney = Love

We went to see Paul McCartney in St. Louis recently. The show wasn’t until later and I was all primed for an Italian feast on the famous Hill, the birthplace of fried ravioli. I got restaurant recommendations from lots of people and was prepared to have my pasta-loving socks blown off.

And then we discovered that almost every restaurant on the Hill is closed on Sundays! Ack!

While trying to find somewhere else very St. Louis to eat, John remembered eating at the Spaghetti Factory on family trips as a kid.

We both knew that the food was not going to be the same as the Hill, but we decided to indulge a craving for nostalgia instead.

John had the basic tomato sauce and pasta (which he probably ordered as a kid).


And I ordered their special Mizithra cheese pasta. The placemat told me to do it.




We laughed a lot during that dinner and enjoyed stepping back into John’s childhood. Was the perfect pre-Paul meal? As long as I was with my honey, you bet it was!




And, yes, we were wearing matching Wings t-shirts.


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