I came to Di Fara's sometime in the middle of the night when I was quite inebriated. It explains why I didn't mind so much when I got burnt garlic knots and thin, dry pizza that tasted a lot like sawdust.
Thankfully, I can't remember much more except the first disappointing bite and everything else gets much more hazy which I consider a blessing. Some things are best forgotten...like Di Fara's food.