The house discussed below, 28 Heusted, is a very nice house, in my opinion, but I notice that it has what its listing agent (Joy Metalios, also very nice, and a most excellent agent) describes as a "pasta pot filler". These have been a standard feature in luxury homes here in town for the past decade or so, and I've complained about them before: what is the point of running expensive plumbing over to the stove to fill a pot with cold water? Anyone can lug a pot of cold water from sink to stove, it's carrying that same pot, now filled with boiling pasta water and a pound of hot macaroni, back to the sink that's the difficult part. Either place a drain next to the stove, or skip the expense
It reminds me of that scene in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, where our heroes have signed on as payroll guards in Bolivia, and as they descend a mountain to pick up the money in town, they're jumping at every sound, preparing for an ambush at every likely spot. Their exasperated boss finally's had enough, and says something like, "you idiots, we're going to get the money — we don't have it now, so they're not going to rob us now. They'll hit us on our way back".
A pasta pot faucet is an empty payroll bag.