Picture the Platonic ideal of an Italian dinner.
If it’s not a pepperoni pizza (which didn’t originate in Italy, by the way), you’ll probably think of a Lady And The Tramp-style bowl of meatballs and spaghetti.
It’s forgivable. Like lots of non-Italians, I grew up eating the dish too.
But, like Italian seasoning and rinsed pasta, it’s not something most Italians would ever eat ― at least, not in the way most of us devour it.
On the plus side, though, we’re only getting two things wrong; the meatballs and the pasta.