Discussion in 'The Bar' started by Mark Mayonnaise, Jul 9, 2014.
Faggot GOT nerd shit.
Okay I don't get it at all. I guess if you have never been to an Italian restaurant you might think this is good.
1st off I don't like to eat food in a smokey room! The bar allows smoking and there is nothing but a curtain to block the tons of smoke from wafting into the eating area. Maybe chain smokers like it because it is almost like they are still getting to smoke while they eat. If you are at all sensitive to smoke do NOT go here.
Next we serve up the greasy garlic bread. It tastes good for a minute and then you feel your arteries clogging. I made the mistake of ordering veal parmesan. It was $10 more than the chicken version which I can understand to get real veal. When it came I wasn't sure what it was. It was covered by a half inch of cheese which had cheddar cheese in it! I don't ever recall seeing cheddar cheese in anything ever in Italy. It is not parmesan for sure! Then when I found the meat it looked like ground meat. It did not have the taste of veal or even regular steak for that matter. Down right bad!
My husband had lasagna which also was drowning in cheese and he said was okay but kind of bland.
I would rather go to a chain Italian place over this one and I generally hate chain Italian.
Let me begin by saying, if this is really an Italian Restaurant, there must be thousands of real Italians turning over in their respective graves.
Where this place gets the gall to call itself an Italian Restaurant is beyond my comprehension.
The only good things about this place were the waitress, the accordion player, and the garlic bread.
I don't get the hype. Food is way overpriced, bland, and pizza is all dough. Also the restaurant is dark and gloomy. Not the most pleasant place to eat.
The service is TERRIBLE. I was meeting my hubby, kids and another family so I asked the host if she had seen them and her reply was "You can walk around and look. We don't take names."
Sounds about right.
Shut up faggot Sternac
Those reviews were probably written by hipster faggots who drink birch bark infused whiskey artisanal drinks and only grass-fed organic food so their reviews don't count.
I don't think a hipster would say she was meeting the hubby and kids.
You're correct. That one was probably written by the future Mrs. Chriza who went back in time to write the review hoping Chriza would read it and decide to go somewhere else for dinner.
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