For me, eating at Tessaro's is like eating a Costco hotdog. When it's happening you're lovin' it. It's tasting good and you're feeling like a red blooded American. When it's over you can't stop asking yourself "Why did I put that inside me?" This place makes my GI system do cartwheels 100% of the time. Now, I realize this place has a reputation as a Bloomfield staple, but something they're doing doesn't agree with me. Maybe I should cut down on the Costco dogs?