Pasta People.

Tomorrow is Sol's "golden star" birthday. He will be 29 on the 29! We celebrated both July birthdays tonight with dinner at Pasta Mia. It's located in Adams Morgan in DC, and I ate there the first time in 2006 when Tara visited. It was just as good as I remembered. We all love Italian and have fond memories of Italian in Boston's North End.

As an aside, I'm really glad Tara and I are still friends. When she visited in 2006, she waited in line 45 minutes for pancakes, 45 minutes for Pasta Mia and tie-dyed t-shirts in my dorm room with me. If you visit, I plan to show you an equally awesome time, without the tie-dye.

We arrived at the perfect time. We got a table easily and the lady of the house (her husband is the only chef) loved Baby Finley. He did NOT love Pasta Mia. It was very hot in there, and we took turns walking around with Finley.

The food was awesome. I had gnocchi with spicy tomato sauce and a delicious house salad.


Rachel had ravioli with seafood stuffed inside. So creamy and rich, and really stuffed with seafood. Cheese is NOT optional. Substitutions are not allowed. Pasta Mia is a pasta machine.


I kind of wanted what Sol had. Fusili with italian sausage and spicy tomato sauce.


And when I was full, Finley and I people watched outside. I swear he was happy until Rachel came outside with the camera. I like this picture even though he is fussy because he looks like he has his arm around my neck and he can hold his head up like such a big boy!


It was no Giacomo's. But Rachel, Sol and I gave it our approval for DC Italian. Finley's opinion doesn't count yet. We'll ask him when he can say more than "WAH!"