We will not return. My husband and I came in at 1 pm with a groupon excited about trying this Italian eatery that is new to us and close to our house. It was 106 degrees outside and there was a man eating his lunch on the patio. After we walked in, we understood why.
We walked in to an empty restaurant with a rather unattractive fat man yelling at someone over his cell phone, obviously in regard to him being ripped off. Apparently the guy outside would rather endure the heat forsaking the rudeness of the apparent owner of which I have just learned so much about.
My husband shows him the groupon. The owner, in a very confrontational and condescending manner, tells my husband about the requirement of a reservation -we are alone- and then says we have to order off the dinner menu and proceeds to tell us that we are only going to spend $30 even...then he hovered over us while we were perusing the menu. All which was very uncomfortable. Finally, my husband told him we needed a minute and we're not in a hurry.
Then when he asked us if we wanted our "bruscCHetta" with the muffalletta (that we were "allowed" to order only if we ordered a dinner item) the owner said it with an Italian accent so we couldn't discern what he said. He then corrected himself in that snotty manner, "or bruschetta as you like to say." OMG...people who turn the accent on when it comes to Italian food and they don't have Italian accents are a whole different kind of annoying.
The food showed up and it was good. But we sat and practically whispered because the owner was sitting there by us...awkward...then he got on the phone again yelling about those "VAMPIRES! THEY ARE VAMPIRES AND THEY WILL SUCK YOU DRY!". I wish I was kidding. At least he left us alone.
I did order the tiramisu. It tasted wonderful. But he ruined that too. I like to savor my food and even admire it before eating it because for me, it's my way of enjoying the moment (something tells me this guy doesn't do that...ever)...he said, "have you ever seen tiramisu before...why are you looking at it?" Then he imitated me as if I was disgusted by the food. Ok. I'm done. No tip. We. Won't. Ever. Come. Back.