Good ravioli. Great location (in Piazza San Marco in the Venetian). Bad service. Very bad. Waitress seemed like trailer trash still learning the manners of the hoi polloi. She would start a conversation, then walk behind me and keep talking, then seem aggravated when I admitted I hadn't heard what I said. I was starving and so scarfed down the six raviolis on my plate. She made a comment about my appetite that was borderline derogatory. When I kept my plate a little longer after finishing, she made another comment. Seriously, wench, where did you learn manners? The same place you learned to forget how to brush your hair? Or was it where they told you overdone blue eyeliner was still in fashion? I know it was a Tuesday afternoon, but this restaurant needs to upper its staff standards.