Last night we all went to Limoncello (http://www.ristorantelimoncello.com/menu.html) in the North End. My brother in law, a former sports writer at the Globe and now a writer/producer at BeIn Sports in Miami, used to be a fixture in the North End and knows everybody. They welcomed him like a son, home from vacation! I had never been to this restaurant, so I didn’t really know what to expect. I had a pasta dish.  Which turned out to be the pasta de resistance. No, really. This was maybe the best pasta I have ever eaten (and eaten, and eaten). It was handmade fusilli with a ragu of lamb, veal and red peppers. The pasta was cooked perfectly al dente and every bite delivered a satisfying mouthful of perfect. I literally ate every single one of those curly little morsels of amazingness. And the sauce had a hit of spice, with meat that was fall off the bone, melt-in-you-mouth. I  am telling you, it’s been a long time since I have had a pasta dish like that, if I ever have. I didn’t expect it, but there it was, and there it will be on the scale. But guess what, I don’t care. At all, in fact. That meal had the makings of a celestial happening. It was like angels singing in my mouth. I mean, I was a little bit in love with that plate of pasta. I could and would eat it again today and every day for the rest of my life. Seriously. I know you think I’m kidding. But I am so not. Culinary gratitude. Mmmmm.