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.

Pizza coming and going

John and I made our annual trip to Bloomington Indiana to visit his side of the family. This is John’s hometown so there are some places my honey has to eat or it’s just not a homecoming.

When we first started our trips we always ate at Noble Roman’s John’s childhood pizza place. They served breadsticks with nacho cheese dip- Then I thought this was the most decadent pizza dining idea…now it is a standard at our house. Sadly, Noble Roman’s is no longer in John’s side of Bloomington, so instead we go to Cafe Pizzeria on Kirkwood. It’s our tradition to eat there just after pulling into town.


It’s a total college pizza place and they also serve breadsticks with nacho cheese dip.


John got his standard cheese.


I got the veggie but swapped the banana peppers for pineapple (my favorite pizza topping).


However- I think they put the peppers on there then took them off because it was h-o-t.


But still tasty.


When we drove across several states on the way home our plan was to stop at this pizza place in St. Louis that we always see signs for- Stefania’s. Alas it wasn’t open, so instead we opted for the St. Louis classic, Imo’s.


Imo’s is known for their extremely thin crust pizza. What I was distracted by in the restaurant was a Army pilot mannequin standing in the middle of the booths for no reason.


I was so weirded out by it I had trouble ordering! I ended up with a salad made mostly of cheese with unwrapped saltines on the side.


And you guessed it- pineapple pizza .


I like the way the cut the crust like little crackers and it’s about cracker thin.


Needless to say, the mannequin was still distracting…