Did you get into a fight with your spouse? Upset with a friend who stole the gal you planned on asking out for a date? Want to ensure revenge via fast-acting gut bomb?
Take him (or her) to Corsa for an overpriced meal that will, literally, *leave* him (or her) in pain. The only excuse for the Vegas-high price of food here is the need to cover the cost of all the salt they must use in preparing the food.
My first bite of fried calamari was like emptying a salt shaker in my mouth. Bravely, I continued on with the mushroom-salt paste pizzetta and a so-so dish of rich mashed potatoes. Veal parmigiana was as good as Buca di Beppo's, which is not saying much IMHO, and the short rib rigatoni was heavy on the fat (oh, and did I mention the ragu was salty?).
If I could give this place minus stars, I would. If you must stop here and waste your money, then hit the bar for a decent Bloody Mary or glass of wine. These were the only good items any of the three of us had that night. Even the blood-orange mojito was overly sweet. (Ha-ha, gotcha! No, it was not salty.)
P.S. -- Tell your unfortunate spouse or friend to drink plenty of water and plan for a night of no sleep (since the bathroom is not a very comfortable room in which to sleep).