The menu looked amazing and the staff are incredibly courteous. However, the place reeked of BO, with every whiff of air overpowering the senses.
Pepperidge Farm frozen garlic bread is significantly more tasty than their stale bread.
Overall, the food looked questionable and the pasta was either overcooked or super crunchy. I was envying Jack in the Box across the street or a can of chef boyardee. My 5 year-old cousin can boil "normal" pasta that's consistent. Why can't a business that charges upwards of 10 bucks a plate do the same?
I was honestly tempted to run, but was afraid I'd burn in hell; so I paid like a good citizen.
UPDATE: I spent 75 minutes this morning on the toilet. Their food will thoroughly cleanse your colon; be warned.