Memorie di Casa Stella

What would have been a damn near perfect Memorial Day weekend (thanks to a family reunion) was edged over the line to perfection when The Beloved Spouse and I took the opportunity of a rare road trip to stop by Casa Stella for lunch with Charlie Stella and his lovely wife, Ann Marie. (Charlie is, of course, lovely in his own unique way.)

After beginning with a delicious antipasto salad and some pasta and chicken to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained glass window (And cannoli. Oh my God, the cannoli.), we spent a few hours in animated, entertaining, and enlightening conversation.Topics ranged from politics to hockey to how we have arrived at our current places in life. (Charlie’s description of his route was, frankly, the most entertaining, though it may not have been uniformly so at the time.)

This was our first trip to Casa Stella. (I’m not calling it that just because Charlie does; there’s a sign on the house says, “Casa Stella.”) If you are ever fortunate enough to receive an invitation, do not consider sending regrets. The hospitality, atmosphere, and company will not be bettered anywhere.

Grazie molto all'intera famiglia Stella. We could not have had a better day.