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| - We visited on a Friday afternoon. Off peak hours, only one other car there. I will tell you why. I've driven by for years always meaning to try. Who doesn't love Italian? I had the chance to take my nephew out for a meal. He's in the military and on vacation. I love to feed this kid.
The outside had been touched up (paint...) from what I could tell. The inside was very stereotypical old school Italian. I like that. I liked the Dean Martin music, red and white check tablecloths and the quirky decor.( I'll have to revisit that.) We walked in with no one to greet us. We kinda milled around looking until someone came from the back and said she did not hear us come in, but we could sit anywhere. We sat facing the flag wall. If you've been, you know, lots of felt school flags hanging above the window facing the street. Interesting. I noticed on the menu there was a special offering free calamari with 2 entrees. Cool. My nephew ordered the crab meat parmigiana and I ordered the braciole. The calamari arrived quickly and was hot. Slightly over cooked but that's not uncommon. The marinara was tasty. I anticipated REALLY good Itialian and my new favorite go to place.
Screeching, chalkboard scratching halt!
Our food, ( I use that term loosely.) arrived piping hot. This suggests that they have pride in what they serve. I hope not. If you say crab meat on the menu, and you charge $18.75, one should be able to get actual crab meat, not imitation crab meat. We all know what it looks like: bright white with the signature red colored stripes, shape holding chunks that disintegrated into these coin like pieces. The bechamel was tasty, and the pasta only slightly over cooked. He ate most of it. He's just got back from overseas where Taco Bell is cuisine. I had to ask the server if it was real crab meat. She said it was supposed to be. Disbelief washed over me. I've never balked at menu prices. If you can't afford it go elsewhere. I happy to pay for quality and good service. But twenty bucks for fake crab? That is offensive. More offensive later. I let that go. Service here was not bad. The server did smell of cigarette smoke when she brought out bread but she was pleasant.
My braciole( forgive the spelling) I expected to be a thing of beauty. It's not something you see everywhere and truthfully an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond sold me on it. What I got was mutt ugly. Sauce was tasty. Somebody in the building may care. The rest? Frozen manicotti sandwich the steak? that was stuffed with sausage, all under a mountain of gloopy rubbery world's lowest quality mozzarella. Covering everything in cheese does not make it better. I love cheese. It complements many things well, but when chewing it is liking eating rubber bands, too far. The steak? was barely beef. If you walk in the open kitchen I'm betting you'll find the package of Hormel roast beef that it came out of. Perfectly oval slices of exact thickness with a signature and distinctive processed taste and smell. I even unrolled it. Great for making sandwiches for people you don't like. The sausage inside can be best described as. It shouldn't be described. It could convert you to vegetarianism.
While I waited for my nephew to finish. He is young and forgiving. I enjoyed the decor until something caught my eye. Near the register and entrance was a family portrait presumably. The people seemed happy and proud. What was concerning and offensive was that across the top and clearly in the background of the photo was a small US flag and proudly next to it a Confederate one. I am a patriot. My nephew is an active duty one. I believe in the right to express your opinions. Nothing wrong with showing pride in this country. Showing pride in the Confederate battle flag clearly invites judgement.
My judgement is this: political views inclinations aside, I can not recall having food this horrific, ever. I left hungry with no interest in dessert. The food was awful before I saw the flag and I daresay it will remain. Big shame.
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