I was aghast to see our table bare
With one order of ragù made for two
Instead of our prescribed double portion.
And try as I might, to clarify:
The salad, split. The pasta, split. The
Fateful ragù for both of us. Oh man.
I can now see how that might still be unclear.
So I apologize for my shrill voice,
My terming of the small inconvenience:
“Ridiculous.” For we gorged on the first,
And ten minutes after gorged on one more.
Stuffed with soppressata meatballs galore,
Cacciatore sausages, tomato
Braised pork shank. A sundae after.
And the service itself was great through it all.