This place started off great! The parking lot had several spaces and the concrete parkade floor leading to the entrance had little debris. We were welcomed by large wooden doors that enticed a firm grip to classic brass handles that bore foreshadowing of great food and drinks were at hand. Sadly at this time we were informed by a sign written poorly by an Italian Canadian that the establishment had recently closed. My wife and I were forced to eat a nearby blind child, who may have had bigger eyes than his stomach. After washing that down with the fermented urine that glistened under the parkade ceilings we ended our dining experience by shaving each other under the moonlight. I hope Nicastros brings their business to current standards.