Not everything is as it looks.
We found a quaint little restaurant, located on Shelter Island in San Diego. Their specialty was Italian food. Yummy right?
Located on a Marina, we were greeted by huge windows showing a beautiful scene of picturesque boats. Our senses were tantalized by the wonderful aroma of food. Staved- I ordered a Mediterranean Pizza on a gluten free crust. My sis ordered spaghetti and meatballs. We each ordered a glass of water and patiently waited for our food.
Sometime later, the waitress brought out a scrumptious looking pizza and order of spaghetti and meatballs. I quickly thanked God for my food and prepared to dig into my pizza.
My tastebuds were accounted by the weirdest concoction of favors ever known to mankind. Determined to eat the thing, I washed down every bite with my dwindling glass of water.
I asked my sis how she was fairing with her spaghetti and meatball. She leaned over the table and whispered, “The meatballs taste like Spahgettios!”