This restaurants was overall "alright."
I can't really put my finger on the ambiance. It's like they're trying to be a fancy Italian restaurant with white table cloths. But then the Dean Martin and Michael Buble blaring from the speakers, along with the sound of pounding coming from the kitchen (meat tenderizing? I'm not sure but it was really loud) really threw it off.
I started with a glass of wine - they don't tell you what brand the wines by the glass are, but the cabernet sauvignon I ordered tasted an awful lot like two-buck chuck.
The garlic knots were good. We ordered the filet mignon meatballs to start, but they really weren't anything special. There was nothing interesting about their texture or the way they tasted. The sauce was flat in taste and more watery / homogenous than I would have liked. I ordered the linguine carbonara, which was fine, but was a little soggier / less al dente than I would have liked. My date had the chicken parmegiana, which was also a bit on the "soggy" side.
Vegas is sorely lacking in pasta places and this satisfied my craving for pasta (brought on by Olive Garden commercials on repeat on Hulu.. and I flat out refuse to go to Olive Garden)... but it won't be somewhere I make a special trip for.