Friday night, near closing: I tried to order an antipasto salad and the cashier said "We're no longer serving pasta." LMAO. After a bit of explaining, it took an additional 15-20 minutes to get my food. Apparently the cook had refused to make the salad--the look in his eye said "I hate this damn job." So the manager (who was apologetic) took care of it himself. The food was good enough, and even though the cashier wasn't too well-versed on the menu or Italian food in general, she was kind and pretty damn funny.