Buca-tiny

I took a bite of the first pasta, and immediately coughed it out, my finely-tuned pasta senses detecting a slight variation in the noodle. This wasn't spaghetti at all. The waitress attempted to assuage me.

"Sir, it's bucatini. It's pretty much exactly spaghetti but it has subtle ridges, and it's hollow."
"Hollow? Cheaping out on me, Olive Garden? After all the thousands of dollars of your food I've eaten for free, this is how you repay me?"
"Sir, if you'd just please stop shouting, I'd be more than happy to -"
"Plus, these noodles are so small! Hey! More like Buac-TINY!"

I can't wait to put that one in the blog, I thought to myself.

Pictured here is buca-tiny, and the name's just as witty now as it was six hours ago!