There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call The Spaghetti Zone.
It'd be great if all the ethnic white neighborhoods in Chicago were named this way. "Don't cross over into Potato Zone, unless you want to get in a fight with a drunken Mick", "I hate Pirogi Zone, not a single lightbulb screwed in correctly", "All the stores in Paella Zone close for a two hour siesta, it is extremely inconvenient", etc.
In Baltimore there's literally a street called "Corned Beef Row" that used to be a big Jewish neighborhood. There's still a bunch of delis there.
It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's stomach, and the summit of his appetite. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call, The Spaghetti Zone.
Thinking of the racist bomb-carrying Eastern European labor organizer stereotype of the time but now it's a swarthy Sicilian and they're also eating a plate of spaghetti.
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as a person of Spaghetti heritage this is great
