One of my first nights in Sardinia and my Italian school classmate Caroline and I are on the prowl in the twilight of Alghero.
After a tough morning of language lessons and a long afternoon in the sun, Caroline, an apprentice chef from Norway, and I are starving. She has a place in mind, one that she thinks looks good. And so we wend our way down a few narrow cobblestoned streets and cross a piazza before coming upon a restaurant sign that I can’t help but wince at: Pasta & Co.
Pasta & Co.? Surely, I didn’t traipse across thousands of miles to eat at a restaurant that sounds like it belongs in the Mall of America.
Since Caroline is in the business though, I figure there must be something to this place. So, in we went …