Rustico

What up to all my players out there! First I would like to apologize to my loyal followers for having not posted in the past week, important matters have presented themselves, and I am not one to ignore the call of greatness.

That being said, there has been a bit of controversy over this blog, and I have just one thing to say in response to that:

Why did my text turn blue? I don't fucking know!

Ok, let's get back to the reason why we are here: food.

On Thursday me and my fellow Foodpal journeyed to Rustico, a fine Italian restaurant located on South Rothschild.

I ordered a pizza, and my associate VeggieBandit ordered some god damn antipasta. My meal came with a soup, so let's start there.

It was a cold tomato soup. The flavor was a bit tart, and overall, the flavor was a bit overwhelming to continue eating, it was a very hearty flavor, one that should be savored with a few bites, but not an entire bowl. So in lieu of this hearty flavor (and in accord with common decency) I asked for some bread to accompany my soup. The waiters were so gracious there at Rustico, they immediately brought me some fresh baked bread that I was able to soak up the soup with, ultimately balancing the flavors and resulting in an excellent appetizer experience.

NOT! Yeah fucking right, like that ever happens in my life...Look at this fucking bread...This is like a dried ass cracker stick. If I absolutely had to eat this shit to stay alive, I would rather shove it up my own ass and absorb the nutrients that way than to fucking taste these played out fucking "bread" sticks.

Ok, so obviously, the starter was disappointing, and the bread fiasco put me off to a bad start, so let's try to continue on amicably.

So my pizza arrives, and VeggieBandit's anti-pasta arrives, and I admit that the food looked good, here is a view:

Looking at it now, Jolene's looks a bit nasty, looks like egg yolk or some nasty shit, but originally it looked very tasty.

Overall my pizza was decent, adequate, average, and mediocre. But, I hate half of it, enjoyed the experience, and asked graciously for a to-go box. Here we go, this is my favorite part of the meal right here, check this out:

WOW! Thank's for wrapping my fucking pizza--This is not a joke, they literally covered it with two fucking pieces of cardboard and gave it to me. Wow, this is my life.

Overall, this was a fairly expensive meal as well, so this "double cardboard" wrap was really just a dick right in the butt. I'm going to have to give Rustico a 2.5/5 falafel-- I won't be coming back here any time soon.

That's it for today, tune back next week to hear about another shitty dining experience.

Until then, keep hustlin' playahs.

-Masturbates With Mayo