all the food was peppered up something fierce (Me being a polish scum bag, I don't know if this is traditional Italian food or not) Either way, it was good as hell. Our waitress seemed like she had never served grub and drinks a day in her life, but she was nice so it was all good. It was a little more dressy than I expected, so I am sure my oversized "Worlds Greatest Grandma" tank top stained with mustard and beer wasn't the hit of the night. I saw the owner look over every plate that came out. So that's cool. All in all, hell yeah.