So I went to dinner with some ex-colleague (ex in a good way) and I ordered a calzone. Few Irish-esque restaurants in the Boston area, that I've been to, have calzones on the menu. None do actually, now that I think of it. Anyway, I figured it couldn't be spectacular, because that calzone of distinction belongs to a joint on my street that is Italian, owned by Italians, run by Italians, who speak Italian, as a first language.
Anyway, even though I was settling (yes I'm a calzone snob), I became intrigued when I discovered this "jambalaya" calzone, as it was billed, contained okra. First off, as a chef, you get points for style and must have huevos if you can pull off putting okra in a calzone. It turned out to be better than decent.
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