One rather crisp August evening I decided to go to this pasta place on the side of the street. My friend informed me their foods were dripping in carbohydrates and the oil was to die for. I always trust my friend so naturally I had to give this place a go. Although the place had an odd name, Auto Brokers, the store front was pretty cute and there were plenty of cars parked out front, so hoping for the best I stepped inside. I was greeted by a pretty plain front desk with a couple chairs and a stack of magazines. Thinking it was a pretty odd eating arrangement I shrugged my shoulders and settled into one of the arm chairs. A man with greased back black hair and a thin mustache walked up to me and firmly shook my hand.
“Would you like to see our new line of fiats,” he asked crisply.
Thinking the man was referring to fettuccine in some weird short hand way I nodded my head politely.
He led me out to the front of the store and pointed to a small green cute car. I thought he was telling me the noodles were inside (which kinda sounds like the beginning of some horror kidnap story now that I think about it) so I stepped into the vehicle. The man then handed me the keys and asked if I wanted to go on a test drive.
“Ooohhh so this must be how he has customers wait for their food, by doing test drives. Weird but super neat,” I thought in my head. So I took the keys and drove around the block.
The car drove really nicely I must admit and the leather seats smelled wayy better than the perfume I had hurriedly put on that morning. The steering wheel fit snuggly in my hands and the brown and white color scheme was a perfect match to my outfit.
After a quick 10 minute drive I pulled back into the restaurant’s parking lot. I parked the car and went back inside to hand the keys back to the man.
After I told the man how nice the car was I signed some papers, which again I thought was a really odd waiting for food strategy. The man then made me pay my bill in advance, I think he said it was $10,000 which is pretty steep if you think about it for too long, but hey if the noodles are good why not. The man then handed me back the keys and shook my hand one last time and led me to the door.
Well super long story short I went home that day with a new car instead of a full belly of pasta like I was expecting. Somehow I had gotten tricked into the whole thing, and don’t worry my friend got the riot act that night over FaceTime.
The car is cute though and I have gotten so many complements on it, so I’m not too mad. I guess the moral of this story is make sure you read Yahoo reviews before you stop by a “restaurant” or you might end up accidentally buying a car and then not being able to eat anything for a whole two months to pay back the credit card bill.
I guess you could say that restaurant was an impasta. Hahahaha. Ok sorry I think the fact I haven’t eaten in 10 days has finally caught up with me. If you know of any cool pasta places let me know in the comments below. I’ll drive, but sorry Mac and his buddy Cheese have already called shot gun.
No Regretti… Katherine