by Kat Robinson
The scene of the famed I-talian Spaghetti (and chicken) dinner at the Tontitown Grape Festival. The wait at 4pm was about 10 minutes to get in; at 6pm it was closer to 15. But worth it for homemade pasta, rich deep sauce, a hunk of fried yardbird, a green salad, and plenty of iced tea and such. Even grapes. On my way home now, but thought I'd share.