Saturday, July 16, 2011

Hey, Mambo..Mambo Italiano

My first job was waiting tables at a place called Giovanni's in Prescott, Az.  After working there for a couple years I became a complete and total pasta snob.  I was spoiled by some awesome Italians with some incredible food.  Adam would come sit in the back room while I was working and order iced tea, after iced tea, after iced tea.  Even though he may have had an alternative motive for being there, he also loved the grub.  Giovanni's is still there but it's under new management and sooooo not the same.  Nothing but Giovannis will ever replace the stromboli sized hole in my heart, but I can say that we have found the next best thing.  It tastes like it, it looks like it, and I even think the logos are simailar.  Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce......  Floridinos (click here to try it...do it!).

Carb Heaven.

Now, those of you who have kids know that there is a window (ages 1-3ish) where dining out isn't exactly enjoyable.  Most of the meal was spent keeping knifes, large cups of liquid, and piping hot plates away from a very quick little girl.  We did read our facts and we did get to mark Italy off our map but I must say that I have definately had more relaxing meals in my day.  My Grams was here for another visit and of course she was just happy as can be, along for the ride, helpful, and not bothered one bit by the chaos.  Just another reason to love her!  Long story short, we basically ate and ran.  On the way home while Grams rode shotgun, Fox and I had a mini photo shoot....Who's a dirty kitty?



The next day we spent packing for our "staycation" to The Point Resort.  Ayden went down his first waterslide and Zoie girl rocked that bikini.  Sun, water, lazy rivers, and compfy beds were just what the doctor had ordered. But, there was one thing that trumped all the fun and sun...laying in bed between my mom and my Grams watching Pawn stars and reading Women's World, best part ever...hands down.

Next week....France!

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