At Vapiano's

I have decided that this blog will not only record what mom had for dinner, but also on occasion, what she had for lunch (see "wmh4l").
I met mom at the mall for lunch at Vapiano's, an Italian restaurant that mom thinks is German because the manager is German. She has also told him that was born in Germany. Mom likes to vocally identify herself with other Europeans, as well as other left-handed people.
The best part of ordering at Vapiano's is that you have to pronounce the Italian dishes to the person cooking your meal. Mom had the arrabbiata with taglioni noodles, but stumbled with the words. She also had coffee to drink because no matter what time of day it is or how many cups she has already had, mom is ready to drink coffee.