Say Pasta

Jill and I argue ALOT, because we are like brother and sister. Prior to visiting London again, Jill would not allow me to eat at a certain establishment that rhymed with 'Hey Masta'. And the reason? Like everything else, Immature pettiness. This artful Jill, naturally selfish, had designs on keeping the restaurant to herself, because its only the best pasta place in the history of forever, along with the best pizza innovation since ham shook hands with pineapple. And I hadnt been yet.

Jill said she would be mad if I went, and even worse if I ordered her favorite, the Cape Pizza. So of course we had to go, and with two trusty cohorts, Huong and Sonja, I even photo documented. Yes.. I win...


Say Pasta Menu. I bet Jill wishes she was reading from one of these...


Even though we had already eaten Swedish meatballs at Ikea only about 4 hours ago, and werent even that Hungry... we still had to go to Say Pasta. Just because we could..


Sonja decides to take off her glasses, so she could read better? :-P ... still havent decided, way too spoiled for choice.


In the end, after much deliberation, we decide to share tapas style... ordering Minestrone, Linguini, Say Pizza, and the Cape Pizza (the one with the avocado, which is like the Jessica Alba of Pizzas )


After ordering, Sonja had her 'Im at Say Pasta' face constantly...


Now kinda hungry.


And Wine..


And I am driving..


These two have dessert too. Chocolate Brownie for the German, and then Kiddie gelato with the free toy. Huong insisted on the toy.


Full and happy. Sooooooo good.


Say Pasta in Clapham


I took this picture for Huong and Jill... good times. I have no idea how you can mistake Le Bouchon for Strada.. it doesnt matter if your drunk