When I choose a meat-sauce pasta, it's because I am lusting after meat (blessed with a talent for stating the obvious, aren't I? ๐Ÿ˜œ ) However, the handmade pasta on this plate was cause for me to swoon. I swear I was standing on the peak of al dente nirvana when I chomped on these extraordinary ribbons.

With the robustly-seasoned shreds of oxtail ragout and soft-from-the-heat pecorino cheese clinging on like a psycho ex (you know the one I'm talking about ๐Ÿ˜), every forkful I hoovered up had me rolling my eyes in ecstatic pleasure.