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| - Took the girls out to lunch on the second day of public business for Danny Boy's. This is the same location as the old Piper's III, (again, with the possessive apostrophe?) which had been there since a few days after the dawn of time. They've done a bang-up job on the interior and look like they have some more things to do outside, too; perhaps paving the south parking lot, which looks now like overflow or something.
So, the service: Wonderful. Smiling, attentive, everyone sends the message that you are an honored guest. Great way to run a restaurant, or any business.
The food: They're not trying to "break new ground" or "send a message" with their food, nor are they "creating a new paradigm" or being "cutting edge," and I think I've depleted my "air quotes" for about "another year." This is pretty basic, straight-forward Eye Talian pizza and pasta, with just a teensy tinesy bit of newish (but not new!) twists to the menu. "Knuckle Sandwiches." "Woogie Melts." And the menu is a bit more than I could read, in one sitting. Yeah, there are pictures of the food. Geez. Not simple line drawings, either. Real photos. "Just drool and point, dear. Drool. And. Point."
If you don't like either a) Frank Sinatra's singing or b) Frank Sinatra's smiling mug, you may not feel comfortable in the dining room, where Frank's presence is on every surface, including many of the server's shirts. This is a place your parents, or grand-parents, or perhaps your bookie will feel right at home. For a brand new place, it feels like an old pair of slippers, or the place you take the guy who just served your wife her papers. Y'know, family.
"I'm gonna live till I die."
Francis Albert "Chairman of the Board" Sinatra
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