Rememberance of marinara sauce past…

Was just reminded at my work today of the Red Devil restaurant in Tempe. I’d totally forgotten it existed. We used to go there with an old boss of my dad and his wife and eat incredible varieties of pasta. I vaguely recall being introduced to Shrimp Diablo at this establishment, but I could wrong. Mostly I remember Cass (the ex-boss’s wife) making us clothespin dolls and dressing them up in napkins, and that the walls were wood and there were strikingly red curtains. Some of this blends in with related memories of Old Venice restaurant in San Diego. Yes, my mother had a weakness for small out of the way Italian restaurants whence vacationing, if you’d not yet caught on. Can’t think of anymore.

In the meantime, check out my review of Jersey Girl…