Great, small Italian places abound in Western Pennsylvania. This isn't one of them. The cavernous, faux-Roman interior looked like an exploded Cheesecake Factory. The pasta dishes are that new-wave Italian that can be found in chains from Macaroni Grill to Carraba's - a red sauce verging on salsa. I'm surprised they even bother to heat it. Maybe they should sprinkle tortilla chips on top.
I guess I have a thing for comfort food; I like mama's sauce. And there are a lot of options around that are almost as good as mama's, if not better (although I'd never tell her that). And they all include a salad.
But the place did do one thing I wish local restaurants would pick up on. Waitresses are armed with pitchers of real, honest-to-goodness, brewed, unsweet iced tea.