"Perfect For: Dinner with your roommate (who you hate) and his parents. It’s been five months, which is four and a half months longer than you needed to realize you hate the roommate who turned out to be an amateur-who-thinks-he’s-a-professional drummer. And despite dropping your most extreme excuses (you’re going out of town for a funeral), he’s insisting that he’s told his parents all about you and that you all have to have dinner. Admit defeat and suggest C&O Trattoria. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson will be happy with the beach-adjacent location and the garlic knots, and you can brainstorm ways to transport sand from Venice to the inside of his bass drum." - jess basser sanders, brant cox