In Italy, you can order pasta that sounds like nothing more than noodles in the simplest essence of a semblance of a sauce, and it can send you to the moon in shades of whorling flavor spirals. However, here on King street, the fancy schmancy tortolloni-whatsis with the primavera something in a vodka-tomato gruel or whatever I had, in contrast, tasted like virtually nothing. Eating this, was going through some empty rigamarole. Just as with the apparent olive oil on the table that you get your bread messy with - - it all just seems done for "effect". An Italian restaurant that can sometimes delight the eye - - but that's about it. Great service though!