2 /5 Stefan Grenstad: The moment I walked through the door, the smell hit me—and not in the comforting, “Nonna’s cooking Sunday dinner” kind of way. More like a warning sign that something in this kitchen isn’t exactly firing on all cylinders.
Service was quick, I’ll give them that. But it had that slightly scripted friendliness that tells you they’re moving tables, not serving passion.
The calamari came out just shy of rubbery. One minute more in the fryer and we’d be talking bungee-cord territory. Thankfully, the tomato sauce managed to save the appetizer from complete disaster.
Then came the pasta with meatballs… and let me be blunt: it was bland. Look at the meatballs and you know instantly—they’re not house-made. They’re processed, pre-packaged, and tossed into the dish like an afterthought.
The crab ravioli followed the same theme: clearly store-bought and reheated. The sauce actually tasted decent, but it was drowning in cream. Italian sauces should be light, bright, and designed to elevate the ingredients—not smother them.
The tiramisu was probably the best part of the meal. It seemed to be made in-house and had good flavor, even if it looked a bit tired. They tried to disguise that with whipped cream and strawberries, but the effort was… noticeable.
And here’s the kicker: this place has surprisingly high ratings.
Honestly, I’m baffled.
If you truly love Italian food—authentic, balanced, thoughtfully crafted Italian food—there are far better options nearby.