Rassa noticed the place had not changed much. The same black and white pictures of Italy adorned the walls.  She dished him a little bit of everything in his plate.  "Where do we start off? You want an appetizer? The breaded clams are good. So is the fried ravioli. The Italian wedding soup is good. Rodolph, don't fret I won't ask you past. Ask me anything you want. All that matters is your with me. We get time together."<br/><br/>She looked at the menue for her dinner selection. There was spaghetti with meatballs, canalloi, seafood with pasta, chicken parmasian, and veal dishes.