Tasha Does pasta.

When someone’s willing to make and smoke mozzarella in house, and for pizza at a joint that’s one of the only independently owned places to get a bite to eat in an area overrun by fast-food chain restaurants and big-box super stores, you can bet that I’m going to show up for dinner.

When I fed a bite of my leftover stromboli from Hey Mambo to my husband, a look of sadness and longing came over his face. He was all, “I want to go to there.”