I was filled with hunger and apprehension as I paid for my order. Would I, too, somehow fall victim to Marco's wrath?
After 30 minutes, I drove to Fatto a Mano to pick up my food. Immediately upon entering, I was greeted by Marco, who, in an Italian accent, said, "Hello, beautiful." Pasta and flattery? Say no more.
My food was not yet ready, which was not surprising. Fatto a Mano's website had warned me that they make every order fresh, and thus, customers should expect to wait.
Once my food was ready, something unexpected occurred. The cashier handed me a fork and wanted me to try my pasta right then and there before I left to ensure it was suited to my liking.
To say I was shook is an understatement. This has never happened to me before. I wanted to grab the pasta and GO. I almost told her, "I willingly eat McDonald's; I promise you I'll think it's good." Nevertheless, I took the fork from her hand and hesitantly attempted to grab some of my pasta.
As this was happening, a man who was eating asked for more Parmesan cheese….a fatal mistake on his part. Marco went on a tirade emphasizing that they did NOT have Parmesan cheese. With that, I told the cashier the pasta was fantastic and went on my way.
The Food: