thank you to moirae. for those of you who are unfamiliar, moirae is the greek goddesses of destiny, and she was smiling upon me the day i got lost on my recumbent bicycle and force majeure delivered me to the door of anthonino's taverna. i embarked on a new journey, one of gastrointestinal excitement. i started with what they call a 'village salad', which to my delight is a true greek salad, consisting of tomatoes, kalamata olives, cucumbers, red onions, feta cheese, and a tart oil and vinegar dressing (lettuce free). apparently for a greek salad to please me, it takes a village. for the second act, i ordered 'naked ravioli,' deep fried non-breaded small squares of homemade pasta filled with a sweet and spicy rustic beef amalgm. they come drowned in a marriage of buerre blanc and garlic. i was all too happy to throw them a life preserver in the shape of a fork. for act 3, it was pizza. i went with a simple margherita. topped with whole basil leaves, bursting grape tomatoes, and mozzarella cheese. thankfully provel, the cheese from hell, did not encroach my pie. resolution: no room for desert. i had the waitress box the remainder of my pizza to go, but unfortunately the pizza later became a casualty of a swerving soccer mom in an suv for which my recumbent bicycle was no match. i will surely be back to anthonino's, only next time i will bring allies to help me contend with the huge portions, as well as the gas guzzlers.