I made it through my big deadline at work and feel like the weight of the world is finally off my shoulders.
To celebrate, Blake and I ventured down the road a bit to try Pacci's Pizzeria. I'd heard rave reviews, and we love Pacci's Trattoria so much that we're there on a weekly basis, so we figured we'd better give the sister restaurant a try.
It was incredible. Fellow Washingtonians may think I blashpheme when I say it's better than 2Amys, but it's absolutely true. It blows 2Amys out of the water. Try it. I'm sure you won't disagree.
I'd like to tell you that Blake and I only got the dessert pizza shown below (which, by the way, was shockingly good. Like died-and-gone-to-foody-heaven good.) But alas, I would be lying. Between the two of us we shared a La Diavolo and a a Mast'Nicola and the Nutelloco you see below.
I may have been painfully full, I may have felt a little sick, but I wasn't (and still am not) ashamed at my gluttony. It was a celebration and it was so worth it.