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| - I wish that zero stars was an option to make up for the reviewers giving this place 4 or 5 that are obviously relatives or employees paid in this slop. First, when you walk in the (disgusting, unwashed) front door, the place reeks of smoke and filth. We literally had to roll down the car windows on the way home because our clothes were permeated with the stench. Secondly, we made the mistake of ordering the calamari to start, which was obviously old, freezer burned and exceedingly inedible. So, we sent it back and they replaced it with another appetizer that was almost as bad. Then, the large Big Guido pizza we ordered arrived shortly afterward, featuring big chunks of mystery meat swimming in a pool of grease. If "New York style" means frozen ingredients and tasteless sauce from a can packaged several years ago in a questionable part of Jersey, then this is your place. Highly suggest that ownership calls Robert Irvine at Restaurant Impossible. Until then, AVOID.
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