**LMAO, AITA for Thinking Luigi Mangione Is Just Doing a Bit at This Point? 🍝**

LMAO, AITA for thinking Luigi Mangione is just doing a bit at this point? 🍝

Okay, hear me out. We all remember the “Pasta Purist” Luigi from that one year—the guy who rage-quit a family dinner because someone put pineapple near the prosciutto at the antipasto station. Hard cut to last week: my cousin sends me a viral TikTok of Luigi Mangione now running a “Fusion Food Truck” called “The Carbonara Crusher,” where he’s serving, and I quote, “Philly Cheesesteak Ravioli with a Saffron-Infused Mascarpone Sauce.”

TL;DR: This man went from “Mamma mia, what is this abomination?” to “Hold my Nonna’s ashes, I’m about to commit a war crime on dough.”

The internet is split. Half are calling him a “culinary pioneer who deconstructs Italian-American guilt,” and the other half are saying he’s the same guy who got banned from Olive Garden for trying to fight a server over the garlic breadsticks recipe.

Like, is this a 6D chess move to become the villain of a Food Network show, or did he just realize arguing about pasta gets less engagement than making weird food? I feel like I’m being gaslit by a man who used to carry a framed photo of Marcella Hazan.

But roll the footage: the “Philly Rav” actually looks fire? AITA for wanting to try it, or has the bar just been buried six feet under by the Zillennial food economy? Discuss.

(Also, if I get one more ad for his “Luigi’s San Marzano Energy Drink” I’m going to lose it.)