On Saturday, R and I took in some impromptu culture by experiencing some hilarious 80′s songs being sung by boys who like boys. It was fantastic, hilarious, and thoroughly entertaining. Neither of us got to eat beforehand, so afterwards, we had to eat, stat. We headed over to old city to meet up with E, and then walked to old city pizza. I’m thinking the place is run by greeks, as they had baklava and the like as dessert options. E got chicken fingers. She said they’re pretty good. Since she lives around here, she’s eaten from here plenty of times.

R got a pizza, half plain, half white. For such a small pizza with only seemingly 3 ingredients or so, this certainly took a long time to come out. Both E and I were pretty much done with our food before this pizza was brought out. We really think they probably forgot about it. It was pretty greasy looking too.
As for me, I got ravioli with sausage. I also got some complimentary bread with my entree. The ravioli were actually quite good, so was the sauce. They forgot to bring out the sausage initially, so I got them after the ravioli came out. The sausage was weird. But since I was starving, I ate it anyway. But were it not for my being famished, I probably wouldn’t have. The sausage was too mushy. It was just not normal.

The place is pretty cool. It’s in an old house that was a model home for some spanish villa type houses that got built back in the day. The house was super cool, I would dream of having a house like that. We got seated in an upstairs nook looking kind of area of the house.

J went old school, and got spaghetti with italian sausage. I was impressed with his ability to house this.
I got the Chef Mike’s “Pasta Too Good”, which was penne tossed with chicken, shrimp, broccoli, tomatoes, and garlic. It was just what I wanted, nothing too heavy, but still very flavorful. Service was just ok. There was a serious cold draft where we were sitting, so neither of us enjoyed that so much. But it was a great dinner of solid italian food.

There was a Steak n Shake directly across from my hotel. The last time I ate at a Steak n Shake, I was somewhere else in the midwest, and I don’t remember where. I remember liking it though, and I remember really liking the milkshakes. Detroit is seeming like that may have been it.