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| - This place should really be called "That 70s Restaurant". But luckily for them, I was born in the 70s, so it's all good.
The food: Pretty damn good, actually. Someone's Nonna is cooking in the back, which is pretty darn exciting if you know Nonnas like *I* know Nonnas.
She might actually be the titular Maria, but it's hard to tell since it seemed to me that she was in indentured servitude and not allowed out of the kitchen.
This place is clearly family run, and though it's not listed as being a venue for dinner theatre, that's what we got. For example:
--When we walked in, we were brusquely asked "Are you eating, or just
here for coffee?"
--Later, a group of 4 came in and decided to sit on the patio. The waiter
came in after taking their order and a man who I can only assume was
the manager/owner started questioning their order of 1 pizza: "What,
that's it? For all of them? 1 Pizza!?"
--Later still, that same manager/owner got involved in a heated
discussion with an older kitchen-serf (possibly his father or an uncle).
They were having a disagreement about food prep, and the
manager/owner blurted out that "If you would stop arguing, you'd have
chopped them by now, come on, what the hell are you doing?".
It was like the Italian Fawlty Towers! I kept on expecting the manager to hit the waiter with a spoon, and then excuse him as being from Barcelona.
But again, the food was actually VERY good. Perhaps not a 4-star good (and hey, 3 stars ain't nothing to sneeze at), but I'm awarding an extra star for being the best live sit-com on St. Clair.
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