Game Two, Vino Pallino, 3-0
I wasn’t at the game, instead, I suffered at home with the death plague.
Those who were at the game told me that Vino Pallino crumbled in the face of our mad skillz. More accurately, Vino Pallino crumbled in the face of Kevin Bersofsky’s mad skillz.
Casinos abound, first with James and Caffo, then with Paul and Natalie. I can smell next week’s booty, lots of gold stars, lots of silver.
In honor of this, our second game, the food theme was Two.
Caffo won the non-existent competition again, with his fried macaroni blocks. Creamy, crunchy, the use of truffle oil, the whole thing was eye-rollingly good. Tony’s KFC and sides, perfection. Natalie’s pesto toasts, Paul’s twice-baked mini potatoes, James and I brought tomato soup cups and grilled cheese pokers, all awesome.
The number two better know how we honored it.
We honored Two good.
