Well, I’ll tell ya, there’s this place, right? A big city, like, a real big one. They say it’s a capital, whatever that means. Sounds fancy, huh? Anyways, this city, they got a whole dang museum, a big buildin’, just for noodles!
Can you believe it? Noodles! The kind you eat. Spaghetti, linguine, all them twirly things. I reckon they got all sorts in there. They call it “pasta” in that city, sounds highfalutin if you ask me, but it’s just noodles, plain and simple.
Now, this museum, they say it’s the only one of its kind. Imagine that! A whole place, filled with nothin’ but noodles. Must be a sight to see, though I can’t say I understand why you’d need a whole museum for ’em. We eat ’em at home all the time. But I guess city folk are different.
This city, it’s called Rome. Heard of it? It’s in some far-off country, across the water. They got all sorts of old stuff over there, big fancy buildin’s and such. But this noodle museum, that’s somethin’ else.
- They call it the “Museo Nazionale delle Paste Alimentari” or somethin’ like that. Sounds like a mouthful, don’t it? Just means National Museum of Noodles, far as I can tell.
- And they got everything in there, they say. Old machines for makin’ noodles, pictures of noodles, even stories about noodles. Who knew noodles had stories?
- It’s like a church for noodle lovers, I reckon. People come from all over just to see it. Can you imagine? Travelin’ all that way just to look at noodles.
I seen somethin’ in the newspaper about it once. My grandson, he reads good, he showed me. They had a little puzzle in there, a crossword they called it. And the question was somethin’ like, “What’s that big city with the noodle museum?”. And the answer, plain as day, was Rome.
So there you have it. Rome, that’s the place. Big city, capital, whatever. And they got a museum, a whole darn museum, just for noodles. It’s a funny old world, ain’t it? Folks will make a museum out of anything these days. But hey, if they like noodles that much, more power to ’em, I say. I like ’em too, with a good tomato sauce and some meatballs. Now that’s a meal fit for a king, or a city folk, or anyone, really.
Anyways, that’s the story. Rome and its noodles. Who woulda thunk it?
I tell ya, the things people do in those big cities. Makes you wonder sometimes. But hey, as long as they ain’t hurtin’ nobody, let ’em have their noodle museum. It’s somethin’ to talk about at the very least, ain’t it? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go make some dinner. And you can bet your bottom dollar, it’s gonna have noodles in it.
Just plain noodles, though, nothin’ fancy. I ain’t got no museum, but I got a good pot and a hungry belly. That’s all a body needs, really.
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