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| - I am starting this review with the fact that I keep forgetting that Cleveland is just not Chicago or New York. I grew up here. I know that people here are not night owls. However, since moving away, and then back again, I still forget.
What restaurant closes at 8:15? Granted it was a Monday night, but 8:15??
Well, they were not technically closed... We stood in the doorway for a few minutes perplexed at how early it was yet, it seemed no a single person wanted to even look at us.
So we stood, and then finally someone came out and looked at like we belong on mars. Maybe we do.
Then every single person on staff proceded to stare and judge us. We really should have left at this point, but it was raining and we did not want to melt since people from mars do that sorta thing.
Finally someone came out and said if we ordered in the next 15 minutes we could stay. Alright we said, we can do that.
We ordered a bottle of white zin- insert mars judging all you want, we are cheap and like a cheap wine. Our waitor sighed when we asked for the wine list. Clue number 2 that we should have left when we had the chance.
We both ordered Cavetilli (Sp?). It came out particularly mushy, like it had been boiling all night... And we had to ask for parmasean cheese... I mean even Olive Garden brings the cheese with the meals come on people...
So all in all, our night ended with them turning on the bright lights in the dim restaurant. And let me tell you with half a bottle of white zin in me, I was not too pleased with that choice.
I may or may not have stolen one of the tacky BUY OUR SAUCE ITS SO GOOD! jars from a table nearby and walked out with it in my hand, just to prove that people from mars do not know societal rules.
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