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| - Hand's down, Rudy's is the best Italian in town. Lots of places claim to be the best - and if you say Mama Ricotta's is the best, I swear I will cut you, mercilessly, preferrably in front of your dog - but Rudy's is old school, old country, made from scratch by Nana Italian.
It's quiet and quaint, and, mercifully, the music's turned down low enough for one to enjoy a conversation with friends and family at the dinner table. I mean, I don't mind a little mandolin and Mario Lanza, but if I have to hear "Santa Lucia" sung by some insipid Italin pop starlet at full volume, well, then, I'm gonna have to use some freeze-dried manicotti from Trader Joe's next door as a weapon of mass destruction. So, yeah, perfect atmosphere, if you ask me.
Lots to choose from. The calamari tastes like actual calamari, the squid and octopus as if theyd just been fished out from the Mediterrean. Oh, and try the mussels, just small enough to satisfy you as an appetizer, but, be warned, you'll likely stab your table mate's hands with a fork for that last shell.
I absolutely enjoyed the lobster gnocchi. And the fact that the gnocchi was perfectly kneeded was a thrill for me. Enjoy your meal with an endless supply of fresh baked bread, many varieties to choose from. I like to sop my sauce in foccacia. And so should you.
Oh, for those of you that bellyache about your Groupons? Seriously, Groupon at your own risk. Dining establishments take a huge hit when they have to honor these things, and, yeah, they'd rather give you a hard time than comp $30 of your meal, because then you know the waiter's going to get stiffed on a hearty tip he thought was coming his way. Think of those that work in the food service industry that have to feed families of four on what they earn in tips, you heartless bastards.
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