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| - I'll start with a disclaimer: My father-in-law is a friend of Donny (the owner) and the last time we were there for Sunday dinner, Donny plied us with free booze. But I won't let that and the "make you an offer you can't refuse" look of the place sway my judgement.
Let's make this simple: I eat there at least once a month, sometimes as many as four times per month. I took my wife on our first date there, where I serenaded her with "Hotel California" on the way back from a scrumptious meal. But anyone who's read my reviews knows that I wouldn't keep going back for nostalgia alone. No, siree Bobby, the place has to be good.
And it is.
Awesome pepperoni rolls, best I've ever had. Crispy outside, chewy oowey goodness inside, and hot pepperoni oil dripping down your fingers leaving a trail of second degree burns down to you knuckles. Breaded zuchini that makes you want to cry tears of joy. Wedding soup that would make you leave your wife on your wedding day. And entrees that range from decent to "oh, god, YES" ogasmically good.
If you go, tell Donny that I sent you. Otherwise he'll break my legs the next time he sees me.
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