Our feet were hurting, our stomachs complaining, and I was getting grumpier and grumpier.
This is a three-star restaurant with a five-star hostess -- Mariarosa.
The food is pretty traditional Italian food. Like my grandmother would have made if my grandmother were an Italian immigrant. You can probably name 90% of the menu without ever seeing it. Italian comfort food.
But then there's Mariarosa, the grandmother you wish you had. She said she's worked for Tintoretto's for over 40 years -- 30 in Long Island, and the 11 years in Las Vegas.
Mariarosa welcomed us like family. Told the waiter to take care of us. Came by to check that we were happy. When my wife went to the bakery, Mariarosa had them arrange the pastries on a plate. She pinched my son's cheeks. She's the nonna all of us wish we could have, at least for 90 minutes. (Check out the photo.)
If you eat there, tell Mariarosa hello for us.