When is too much too much?
In this case, I am speaking completely about spaghetti sauce. Annie (the wife) and I went down to the new Italian place that opened up yesterday as we were feeling feisty; in other words, neither of us wanted to cook last night. So we slopped ourselves together into an attire that was semi decent and drug ourselves (okay we drove) down the 5 miles to it.
Because the point of this is to express my feelings, I am not going to be naming the business in question here; especially since it is not a good experience that I am writing about. But, I digress, the spaghetti sauce.