"Where do I begin? I'm married to a Sicilian chef, who was born and raised in Sicily. He owned a pizzeria and later an Italian restaurant, so he knows his food! No one makes better Italian food than my husband except my deceased mother-in-law. God rest her soul.How did this place get a 4 star rating? HOW?If you don't know what good food is, then I can understand the high ratings.The bruschetta tasted like hot, chunky salsa on top of garlic bread. Not even close to what bruschetta is or should be!The calamari is frozen. It lacked any flavor! Waste of money. Get in some fresh calamari, bread it with a mixture of Panko, Romano cheese and a bit of salt, then deep fry till golden. It's just that simple!What did you do to that poor eggplant parmesan? Does that soggy mess come in frozen from the food purveyor? I've never witnessed an eggplant destroyed to the point of a wet, wimpy, tasteless pile of mush. No wonder eggplant has such a bad rap in America. Take it off your menu or learn how to peel, slice, flour, egg bath, bread and saute one of nature's most delicious vegetables!Now to the chicken alfredo. Alfredo sauce is simple. Heavy cream, parmesan cheese, a bit of fresh chopped garlic and a touch of flour to thicken. Again, it is that simple.Your sauce was thin and tasteless.The chicken was a pre-cooked, frozen chicken breast that you mercilessly drown in that white, watery sauce! My son ate one bite and was done.Now, the pasta reviews. Don't keep pasta in water before serving. Cook it to a true aldente, rinse under cold water and keep refrigerated. Once you have an order, grab your serving size, stick it in a strainer, submerge in boiling water to bring it up to temp and then plate it. Nobody likes bloated pasta. Yours was as bloated as a body under water for three days. As for your red sauce ..just use a number 10 can. You'll be better off. Any true Italian knows oregano doesn't belong in a red sauce. It's too bitter. It is for pizza sauce.The pizza was so oily. Cheap cheese does that!I should have listened to my husband when he asked, Why are there only 3 cars in the parking lot on a Sunday at 5:30 Listen to your instincts folks."
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