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| - Sometimes I just want a good ol' dish of new-world pasta in a non-pretentious setting. Grazie is (almost) that place.
I'd agreed to meet my husband and uncle at Grazie at 7:00 on a Wednesday. We were all coming from different parts of town, and I arrived first, about 25 minutes before 7. I figured I'd get a table, order a glass of wine and read for a bit while I waited. When I walked in and asked for a table of 3, I was asked where the rest of my part was. When I explained the situation, I was told rather rudely by the gentleman that he'd be more than happy to put my name on a waiting list for a table...as soon as the rest of my party arrived. There was no way I was getting a table without everyone being present. This was off-putting, and frankly unreasonable to expect everyone to arrive at exactly the same time. The restaurant was busy, yes, but there were tables free and no line from what I can see. So I walked out and sat in Starbucks to read my book while I waited for the others. At 7, I joined my uncle and we asked for a table. Again, we were asked where the third was, and I explained he was stuck in traffic and we would order without him and only then were we given a table (but rather reluctantly).
The food is good. We shared a Romana pizza, which was a delicious mix of thin-sliced potatoes, rosemary and perfectly cooked pancetta. The crust was perfectly crispy. I had the Penza pasta which was ok - the sauce was delicious, but the pancetta got lost in its soupiness. My husband had the Catrina, which he found strange (again, somewhat soupy), and my uncle had the Odessa, which he really enjoyed.
Honestly, I get this restauarant is busy. The food is good, yes, but it's really not the hottest spot in town, and bad attitudes will always overshadow good food.
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