Strands in a diner

Usage examples of spaghetti.

I cannot say the same for barbecued spaghetti, another Memphian speciality.

We ordered beer, a mixed antipasto, spaghetti with capers and olives and garlic, and osso bucco from a lithe, young woman who seemed genuinely happy to serve us.

Just out of sight of her house she had removed her mar-ibou capelet and the rhinestoned spaghetti straps her mother had insisted on.

I had made spaghetti carbonara, and we ate in the moonlight on the deck with a bottle of pi not noir.

At this point the barmaid brought their orders: chips and beans, vegemite sandwiches, and spaghetti carbonara made with SoyHam bits.

She was hungry, but every time she lifted her fork with the spaghetti dangling from it to her mouth, she saw a goose with duckweed dripping from its bill.

Lipsitz, who had fitted my shoes during my entire boyhood, ordered spaghetti with pesto sauce from me as she stood chatting with Mr.

If the Burg was a food, it would be pasta-penne rigate, ziti, fettuccine, spaghetti, and elbow macaroni, swimming in marinara, cheese sauce, or mayo.

Italian place on Third near La Brea, an old-fashioned chianti-bottles-dangling-from-the ceiling taverna, ordered veal marsala and spaghetti with clams and slices of spumoni for dessert.

With no more waiting he took his seat at the head of the board, and, plunging his fingers into a steaming bowl of spaghetti, began to gobble at it in the unedifying way which his nation have--and which, indeed, the dish demands.

The antibodies lined up side by side, their spaghetti strand projections entangling.

This time, the grails yielded an antipasto salad, Italian black bread with melted garlic butter, spaghetti and meatballs, a cupful of dry red wine, grapes, more coffee crystals, ten cigarettes, a marihuana stick, a cigar, more toilet paper and a cake of soap, and four chocolate creams.

This end is a maze of fallen spaghetti, great curving loops of prestressed concrete that have lost their strength over the years and sagged to the ground.

After I had devoured spaghetti alla bolognese, scaloppine, salad, and creme caramel, and finished half a carafe of wine, I began to realize how tired I was.

A plate of spaghetti, the spirograph pattern on a lampshade, the crazy paving in the back garden.