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| - Flour was simply shocking in its ineptitude. The calamari was passable, though pretty standard gfs-style "rings". The funghi pizza was good, but oily beyond belief.
The real kicker though was the tagliatelle bolognese. It tasted, I kid you not, exactly like beefaroni. Except that it came at nine times the price. I managed to choke down three bites. Once for the first impression, a second to confirm what I thought I tasted, and a third to let my wife "taste this crap that tastes like chef boyardee"
The fried olives were a revelation, though, so there's that.
We were $120 out the door, with two appetizers, two entrees and three drinks. We could have put the same meal together on a seven dollar trip to target, coupons notwithstanding. Stay away.
Oh, and I very nearly forgot, one of the hostesses was wearing what appeared to be a linen toga-and-diaper onesie. It's sounds odd, but that's truly what it looked like. Either way, her butt was hanging out, which didn't exactly lend zest to the canned pasta.
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