Eat at The Y before going to this joint.\r
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It's pedestrian, at its best. After telling me that there was a discount on wines the night we were there, as soon as I ordered a bottle I was told that "they" were out of that wine. As I went to the menu, the guy who had our table (full of faux "bona seras" and "bon appetitos" and all of the other standard faux-Italian drivel) came back to tell me that there were menu items that were also unavailable.\r
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What was left of the menu (and the entire menu itslef) was unimaginative, droll, stock mid-twentieth-century Italian pap: spaghettis and two or three other pastas rendered in four or five different ways - - meaning, throw on a little sauce made within the past few days, and serve. All in their Italian names, of course, as though that by itself gauranteed goodness and quality. The reality: Lackluster.\r
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And the check: wrong (guess in whose favor) tll I called the guy on it. Wrong in having failed to discount the mid-priced bottle of wine I'd ordered.\r
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There are 10 or 15 really food restaurants at a minimum just on that street (we in The Gables call it, "Restraurant Row"). There's a new place diagonally acorss the street that's knocking 'em dead (our first choice, but no space and too long a wait). Go there. Go to Pappa John's. Go to Sonic. Go anywhere - - else.
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