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Fuck Fluffy

Especially when it comes to gnocchi

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A few months ago, I was in Nashville at a restaurant called City House, where they had bread gnocchi on the menu and I asked the server about it.

“They’re not fluffy like potato gnocchi,” she said with the same tone in which someone that picks you up at a bar tells you that they’re actually married: a little sheepish, but still hopeful things can continue.

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