Topped with George Romano Cheese.

Pictured here is Night Of The Living Bread[ed Chicken].

Of course, Italian Sausage. Why else would they have a severed cartoon pig's head as their symbol?

Pictured here is An Italian Sausage In London.

We could take this pasta from Fargo to New York if Jennifer Love Hewitt could carry it half as much as she carried that movie.

Pictured here is I Know What You Ate Last Supper.

Gives a whole new meaning to the word "Prego".

Pictured here is Rosemary's Gravy.

Every pasta on this Earth is eaten alone.

Pictured here is Roberta.

That's what's so illogical, you know, about this dish. What's the point of pasta... if you don't have a topping?

Pictured here is Donnie.

I can eat anything I want. And so can you.

Pictured here is Frank.

Sometimes I doubt your commitment to Shrimp Fritta.

Pictured here is Kitty.

A pasta that purely and unmistakably represents mischief. What does that fettuccine know that you don't??

Pictured here is ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

A pasta with a renegade past and nothing to lose - a loose cannon! Who knows the true intentions of that charming smile?

Pictured here is (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ.

A pasta with a bright future ahead, and a sense of boundless optimism. You'd be happy too, if you had shrimp this good!

Pictured here is ʕᵔᴥᵔʔ.

A pasta craving something more, something just out of reach. Perhaps its missing topping?

Pictured here is ლ(´ڡ`ლ).