If you find your self at a restaurant that has a menu that requires an index and cross-references, well, you should probably leave, order something so basic a cow could cook it with his/her hooves, or expect the worst because otherwise you're going to be severelly disappointed. This was true of the World's Food Cafe. They truly offered food from every country in the world and had the menu broken up into sections named after the nationality of the cuisine. I, figuring I'd not have another chance to get Italian food again until maybe Hanoi, but probably longer even still, ordered the Pasta Siciliana, a baked penne and cheese affair. You probably can't tell from the picture, but it was greasier than an Italian mobsters hair. I could barely stomach half of the sizzling portion that arrived at our table. And they made the unforgivable mistake of sweetening the sauce so that it tasted more of sugar than tomato, as it was supposed to. There was however a hearty amount of cheese nicely melted across the top, even crispy in spots. After finishing what I could, I had to go to the bathroom to wash the oil from my face. Maybe that was too much cheese. In the end, I should've known looking at the menu that a place offering much specializes in little. A generous 2.5 forks.
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