I never knew what Seventh Heaven meant until I walked accidentally into Luigi's Pastabilities restaurant back in the late 1980's. I lived in the Wilmington area back then, and every Friday night, my husband and I would venture into Little Italy and get some of the very best of Italy right there in our own backyard. Many years, an exhusband and a move to many other states since then has never removed from my mind those sweet memories of the very best Italian food on the planet. Homemade, light pastas in fresh sauce, raviolis that make your mouth water and melt as they roll over your tongue. Milk fed veal parmigiana that cannot be comparable to anything else you will ever delight in (well perhaps a great lover can compare, but that is only momentary and fleeting). I rarely get to the East Coast anymore, now that I live in the Pacific Northwest, land of fruits, nuts, yogurts and environmentally correct "clean food" and fat sun starved people. But NEVER have I forgotten Luigi's restaurant and the delicious homemade goodness that makes it so very special that even the Godfather himself could not get such a meal. Last week, I was privileged to attend a professional conference in Baltimore and had the opportunity to escape for a day up to Little Italy and the Wilmington area to catch up with my old friends and see if Luigi was still there. He was! I won the lottery my friends! Oh Luigi, I love you! I love Doris! Please, please I beg you to come and open up your restaurant here on the West Coast where people really need to learn how to eat properly! Better Italian homemade food cannot be had anywhere my friends! I love you Lu!