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Why do you stand in line for it, Mia? Could the pasta be that good, that worthy, that better than home cooked noodles?

Could It be better than Spaghetti Western? Not that I’ve ever eaten at Spaghetti Western, mind you – who has?

But is Pasta Mia really worthy of a line? Is it better than far out Amsterdam falafel?

Is it better than hand pulled noodles in China? Might it be the home of the Flying Spaghetti Monster?

And is really worth the wait?

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Wayan Vota

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”