Let's not forget that the meat on our plates was once the living tissue of a sentient being that did not want to die. Tasty though they may be, chickens live lives of near-constant suffering and then are killed so we can have something chewy to go with our pasta.
So, y'know, take home the leftovers, at least.
When it comes to sauce distribution, sometimes the chef loves you, and sometimes you have to forge your own path. In this case, it is clear that Jessica was forced into the latter option; some of these rigatoni are bone-dry, and others have entered into an unnatural state that is more sauce than pasta.
Be wary when ordering this dish - you never know what's in the next forkful.
A satisfying thing to munch on absentmindedly, but not what most would call fine dining. Apparently, you can get halfway through this dish without even realizing you were eating!