Meh. My date and I strolled in famished on Saturday night. Pasta was a reasonable choice -- we both had marathons to run the next morning -- and I was excited to see what Romagna had to offer. The space is interesting: lots of exposed brick, ample seating, a cool bar and probably the worst terra cotta floor tile I've ever seen. You can't win 'em all.
One major negatory: we were seated by a table within arm's reach of the kitchen (I was even tempted to lean over and do some prep). This particularly stung considering the many alternative free tables -- including an empty four-top adjacent to us -- any of which would have been infinitely better.
I am mixed about the food. I ordered the "Spaghetti alla Carbonara - Vera!" meaning no sauce, onions, or garlic. I liked the concept. The dish was well-made and the pasta was fresh, but I must say QUITE SALTY. Ditto my date's Strozzapreti alla Romagnola ("Strangle the Priest" pasta). The sausage ragout was good, but everything had 1000% of my daily intake of sodium. I felt like I was going to induce hypertension just sitting there.
Obligatory Title Pun: More like, Romagna Mia IMPOSTERIA.
Menu Readability: Quite lovely actually.
Need to mention: There are cured meats in a fridge by the door.
What this place teaches me about myself: I may be a salty character, but that doesn't mean my pasta has to be.