Mama Petrillo's (9082 Las Tunas Drive, Temple City) is an Italian restaurant in a predominantly Asian area.
The place was old, dark, and wood-paneled.
And then there was this gem of a sign.
My salad was forgettable, but at least it had a mountain of cheese on top.
I had some pasta with meatballs and marinara. I think I could make a better dish than this, and you all know I don't cook.
Frenchman had some baked pasta with a huge sausage.
This is Backdaddy's pizza, which is what most of my cohorts ordered. I should've gotten a pizza. Even bad pizza is still pizza.
The lunch was fun, though. The main purpose was to meet my little doppelganger, WeezaMonkey, whose e-mail address differs from mine only slightly. My friend Harley mistakenly sent WeezaMonkey a message intended for me, which piqued WeezaMonkey's interest.
WeezaMonkey is a wee rising sophomore at NYU who is clerking at the CIA this summer. How wee is she? She was born in 1989! When WeezaMonkey realized that Harley (and everybody else on the misfired e-mail) was a lawyer, she thought this might be a good opportunity for her to meet a few lawyers to get a feel of what our jobs are like.
And so the Mama Petrillo's lunch was born.
Harley, Trackbuddy, Frenchman, Backdaddy, Giggles, and I shared our experiences and encouraged WeezaMonkey to figure out what she loves before she decides what to do for a living. Giggles was particularly good at being a career counselor. I wish I'd taken some of her advice long ago.
I probably wouldn't be a lawyer now.
But that's a post for another day.