Some days, a girl gets out of bed, goes about her habitual activities and decides that her life simply won't be complete unless she takes that evening's repast at The Old Spaghetti Factory.
Know what I'm sayin'?
It's a feeling I get, oh, about every couple months or so, and like a house on fire or a super cute skirt, it's not something that can be ignored.
Because I love The Old Spaghetti Factory. A lot. And not in an oh-isn't-it-hilarious-that-I'm-in-love-with-a-restaurant-with-the-word-'factory'-in-it kind of way. No, my love for The Spag Fac does not involve irony. My love for The Spag Fac is pure.
I've been ordering the same thing since I was 8, and come hell, high water or a more refined palette, I will never deviate. I don't even bother to look at the menu anymore. I know where my loyalties lie, and they are with The Manager's Favorite with meat sauce and mizithra cheese, and my creamy pesto salad dressing on the side. And you better believe I'm going with spumoni.
I was getting my fix on Friday night, wishing my usual silent wish that I get seated in the trolley car, when I remembered that I'm not actually 8 and that there is a bar inside that glorious, joy-giving manufacturer of spaghetti. Now huh, I thought to myself. I like bars. I like The Old Spaghetti Factory. Combining the two just seemed to make sense.
So next time I've got a hankering for a heaping plate of nostalgia, I will most definitely start the evening out in the bar. Leah Beneze, a manager at the J Street location, says that they've got a pretty sweet happy hour from 4:30 to 7 p.m. weekdays, when drinks are a dollar off and the bar seats are full of regulars.
But I'm not sure I'll be dropping by without plans for dinner. It's not called The Second Cheapest Glass Of Wine Factory, after all.