ITALIAN FOOD
BY WALLACE CALEB BATES
Tonight’s dinner with my aunt and uncle was one of those slow, leisurely evenings that linger in the best way.
We tucked into a warm Italian restaurant with dim lights and soft music. It was the kind of place where the air smelled like comfort.
The food was rich, the service kind, and the conversation even better.
We laughed more than we planned to and stayed longer than we probably should have.
Nothing fancy, just the kind of dinner that fills you up in every sense of the word.