I leaned back in the leather booth and contemplated the great pile of thick mozzarella cheese and meaty red sauce before me. Is this good drunk food? I asked myself. Would the readers of LAist find late-night sustenance in this giant bowl of classic spaghetti-and-marinara? Is this a meal worthy of sopping up the various bitter brews that wreak such havoc on our sobriety and on our mornings after? I looked at the rapidly......