4 Stars

There is this Italian place that I really like in my area, great homemade pasta. I went the other night and had a deliciously huge meal. Too big to finish, in fact, so I brought the leftovers home and anxiously anticipated eating them for lunch the next afternoon (read: mid-morning).

When I was sitting on the couch consuming my pasta with veal meatballs I found a piece of plastic in my food. More specifically in my mouth after I put the food in there. I just removed the plastic and kept eating. That pasta was too damn good to stop eating over a little piece of plastic wrap. Besides, track record stands that the place rocks my world enough to not worry about one mistake.

It's funny; sometimes when you love something a great deal you're willing to overlook some of its shortcomings and continue on, knowing that as a whole the experience is too good to possibly be destroyed by a tiny ___(insert imperfection, piece of plastic, mistake, etc. here)______.

Something to think about and apply where necessary,
M.db