This is what millennials are calling a “red sauce Italian joint.” It’s not rustic, it’s not authentic, and everything about it is perfectly executed.
The house salad has a perfect amount of nearly too sweet red wine vinegar. The garlic bread can be served with a garlic infused oil that sounds too garlicky, but is actually what you wish every garlic bread ever tasted like. The bread MUST be house made. It’s incredibly crusty and porous but dense enough to be an Italian loaf. Unexpected.
Antipasto plate was a nice little sample of two meats and slice of fresh mozzarella. The star of the plate were the charred and marinated eggplant.
The half carafe of house Chianti was less than $20 and tasted much more expensive than the price suggested.
Mrs had gluten free penne carbonara. I had the cannelloni. Both dishes were as good or better than any I’ve had in little Italy. Make no mistake… the sauces here are perfectly made. The creams were smooth and delicate, the meat and tomato sauces were flavorful and not overly acidic. Everything was PERFECTLY salted.
I’ve been going here off and on over the last twent——cough years, and halfway expected this to be my last time in just to enjoy the nostalgia and a mediocre red sauce Italian meal. Whoops. This place is still legit as all heck, and I’ll be making it a point to return often. Come get seated by an adorable old Italian man and visit an institution that isn’t just resting on the photos on the wall.