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| - Do you remember the time when you were a hungry poor immigrant proudly residing in the $400 apartment in Parma with brown carpet and smelly Indian neighbors? Well, I do. Vividly.
Back then, I, constantly, in the mode of the survivor, would have loved "Peppers", this tiny mom-pop restaurant on Madison. Because all I cared for in dining experience was satisfying hunger and kindness of the service. I was grasping on the kindness in general, desperately planting its seeds around me by over tipping waiters and never complaining about some terrible food, hoping for it to bloom and grow in my world of a 20 year old waitressing through the college as well.
Times have changed. Kindness is no longer enough. I sort of demand good food nowadays. Because I've seen it, eaten it, I know it's around. "Peppers" left me anything but hungry. It included amazed at what the restaurant with such a generic mediocre food was getting away with.
The atmosphere was wonderful, the food was not Italian. It was a poorly disguised Midwest attempt at authenticity.
I've tried that calamari before out of the 5 pound frozen bag at Sam's club. My side salad included Iceberg lettuce, one tomato and quarter of the slice of the cucumber (not even a slice?)
Conclude all of this with wonder bread rolls and over-breaded, over-creamed and cheesed entrees.
But kindness and wine were being poured generously. The owner itself brought us a tray of cheap hard candy inviting us to indulge.
We felt as grateful as orphans being fed free Christmas dinner in the times of the Great Depression.
Only we paid hard -earned cash for a below average pseudo-Italian dinner in 2011. Not gonna happen again.
Up-side : cheap and cozy and friendly
Down -side : Not as nealy authentic as "Mama Santa" or "Dolce Vita" in Little Italy. Limited seating, stressful parking
Summary: Why would you do it:?
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