After a failed attempt to dine at Minard’s Spaghetti Inn on Easter Sunday (they were closed), I thought it might be nice to treat my Dad to dinner there for Father’s Day. We made a real event of it by also inviting Ron’s Dad and Stepmom, who live in nearby Grafton. In fact, this was the first time our fathers had even met.
I have adopted a strict policy concerning Italian food and the northern part of the state:
If you make it to Route 50 or points north, you MUST eat Italian.