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| - I can't in good faith give this place more than 3 stars. I'm actually pretty surprised there are so many 5 star reviews. Nevertheless here is my opinion and experience here.
We arrived right when they opened at 11 and put enough money in the meter for an hour and fifteen minutes. All the while my boyfriend laughed at me for wasting my change on being over zealous. We were the only guests thus far and were seated right away. Everything was clean and nice as far as tables, chairs and decor.
We got 2 waitresses as one was training. Having never been here we decided to try the meat, cheese, and olive platter. I was excited for it to bring back memories of my grand parents from Sicily. We waited, and waited, and another table was seated next to us. We waited some more and our waitresses returned to take our main course order. We were told to try the margarita pizza and regaled with tales of being certified all the way from Italy itself, which I can only assume, is the justification for the pricing. The sauce is even out of a jar shipped all the way from Italy itself. However, our pizza would supposedly be cooked in sixty to ninety seconds (yes, that's what she said) so at least we wouldn't be waiting?
Finally our appetizer arrived with paper thin (warm) bread. The bread was inviting and the olives were great. That's about all the praise I can dish out for the meat tray. Even my boyfriend who, being a typical American male, lives for meat and cheese trays, was disappointed. Granted it was a lot of food. There wasn't enough bread for the whole tray. So if you're a party you might want to ask for extra bread if you decide on this lack luster adventure.
By this time the restaurant had filled and tables around us were chattering away and eating. Yet we sat, and sat. About 45 minutes after we arrived our pizza came to the table, while everyone around us was finishing their lunch.
I will be honest. It looked sad. Sauce everywhere, barely any cheese, and small pieces of basil that adorned 2.5 slices of the 6. I stared at it for a few minutes before taking a slice and trying a bite. My fears were substantiated tasting sauce out of a can or jar that had traveled half way around the world on a barge, probably next to a container of leather flip flops, and crates of Nutella.
I learned to make a five hour sauce from my grandmother. I'm quite frankly appalled that a self proclaimed Italian pizzeria is not making their own sauce.
Five minutes after our pizza arrived a man came and put a container of cheese an oregano on the table. My boyfriend dumped some cheese on his slice and said "try some, it'll help." I tried and decided it was no use.
For dessert we tried the Nutella cake. While it didn't taste much like Nutella (more chocolate), the strawberries and whipped cream were phenomenal.
I can't say that I'd make the trek again for strawberries and whipped cream. If we return it'll be for sauce less pizza only.
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