Like a fat pasta laiden pidgeon this place won't be getting off the ground . Was it the opening date being shuffled about like a back alley game of cups ? Was it the menu being gutted like a frail blonde in a B rate horror movie ? Is it the hordes of flies that make you feel like the young girl sitting at the table next you will start projectile vomitting and speaking in tounges ? The jokingly small portions that make you feel as if you are living in a small Italian village being besegied by the Saracens ? Or could it be how disingenuous it feels just stepping in the door ? Either way come happy,leave hangry and broke .