Sure, when it comes to Italian food, I have strong opinions. First of all, Italian food is my favorite kind of food. If I could only eat from one kitchen, it would be an Italian kitchen. I am a huge pasta fan, I’ve got all of Olive Garden’s albums and I’ve seen Carrabba’s in concert

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I grew up in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle attitude era, meaning I was not happy unless I was jumping off of a fort or sitting down and eating pizza. I have come a long way since Little Caesars was nunchucked by Pizza Hut in Elementary School to take the title of best pizza, but

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There are certain restaurants that come up in conversation and, even if you are my sworn enemy, if you like the restaurant, you are in store for a bear hug and said hug may last a little too long. Tasu is like that for me. This is the place that my girlfriend and I go

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Paint my beard red and call me Patrick. If you asked me a year ago what I thought of Irish Pubs, I would have told you that it’s a cheap gimmick, forcing unsuspecting tourists to pay an extra three dollars for low quality bar food and an extra dollar per beer. And why pay extra?

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In my life I have traveled to 6 countries, eaten chicken parmesan in at least 10 states states, and I have survived five beerfest in the triangle; at my current age of 27, you don’t have to guess which accomplishment I am most proud of. Attending a beerfest is like attending a concert only people

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It was the kind of Friday night where I was doing a beer run too late in the evening. I had a wining girlfriend riding shotgun who was so hungry to angling to eat the Taco Bell sauce packets in my glove compartment, and wouldn’t you know that every restaurant is so full we couldn’t

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