Originally Posted By: pizzaboy
And my co-favorite is rigatoni. The old fashioned wide ones wth the lines. And coincidentally, a lot of companies have the balls to box penne rigate and call them rigatoni. Wrong again!



I'm in a once-a-month discussion group that meets at a nice nearby Italian place. I've been on a kick recently for their bowl of rigatoni with crumbled spicy sausage. So 48 hours in advance, I'm already planning on not getting any sleep on Tuesday night.

Every Italian household used to be equipped with at least one of two old women: one would always be speaking inordinately loudly in Italian on the phone next to an open window, and the other would be sitting on the front porch (or if no porch, the sidewalk) in a kitchen chair, sullenly watching the world go by.

"All of these men were good listeners; patient men."