I’ve written often of our adjustment from living in St. Louis to living in Charlottesville. I’ve even written of some of the St. Louis foods I miss. Those of you who have kept up with this journey, or those keeping the faith back in the ‘Lou know of the revered toasted ravioli. Mark and I decided to check out local eatery Ragazzi’s on Hwy. 29 in Charlottesville. We were hoping for a little Italian that would take us back. We weren’t expecting the Hill, mind you, but we wanted a taste of home. Imagine our elation, upon inspection of the menu, when we saw listed, “toasted ravioli.” We welled up as we ordered.

Moments later, Chip, our waiter returned with a plate of the golden ravs. On first inspection we noted that they were round, not the traditional St. Louis square. No matter, we said, they’re still the ravs. We shared them equally and parceled out the marinara sauce.

One bite reminded us of the harsh truth. We’re not in St. Louis, friends. The ravs, and it hurts me still to think of it, were filled with cheese. A travesty. Obviously, our Virginian friends do not know of the true toasted ravioli. We have learned our lesson, here, and will be purchasing a large fryer, a pasta machine and some meat (uh, anybody know what kind of meat that is?) in the near future.

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