From the snippets of conversation we caught around us, we gathered that this 50's-era Italian lounge attracts locals. The night we went, a live crooner entertained & impressed, his voice a perfect copy of Sinatra's.
Between inhaling mass quantities of complimentary garlic bread (if only to sop up every delicious bit of marinara) & polishing off an appetizer of beef/pork raviolis (with yet more marinara), it was difficult to take more than a few bites of my entree: eggplant parmesan.
Positive comments all around for his shrimp cocktail & flavorful ribeye, its sauce & accompanying mashed potatoes, in particular, garnering praise.
I remember feeling indifferent about dessert, probably because 1) im not usually a chocolate cake fan & 2) I was too full to appreciate sweets right then.
I'd venture out to the south end of Las Vegas Blvd for another go at excellent Italian fare in a cozy setting.