For some reason, there’s no Old Spaghetti Restaurants in Kansas City, which is where I’m going to this weekend to see a friend.

That’s an outrage. They have dozens of locations, but not in that area.

They need to set up a restaurant next door to me and turn away all customers except for me so I can taste that sweet, sweet, mizithra cheese.

Other people be damned. I’ve been inconvenienced, therefore other people need to be inconvenienced too.