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That's right, you heard me. Mozzarella.
Bar. Whoa. Thanks to a sudden inability to spell the word
mozzarella (as i was preparing for a totally different entry regarding the same cheese)
I blithely typed the first few letters into my Google search bar, also known as my personal spell check. The fourth option Google listed for
mozzarella was "
Mozzarella Bar Boulder". I may have blacked out for a half a second out of sheer joy. The world seems so complete now. A world where the soft, milky, briny, creamy lactose packed fresh curd perfection known as mozzarella never stops coming. Where I can belly up to a bar and stuff myself with Fior di Latte until tears of happiness blur my vision. Currently I am devising a way to beat the Mothers Day crowds and go to this font of dairy wonder*.
*Don't fret
Osteria Marco! I will only cheat on your house made burrata a teensy bit. I'll always come back to you...
