It's a damn good thing that this piss-poor excuse for an Italian restaurant has a beautiful patio flush with foliage, because if it didn't, I'd never go anywhere near it again. With nothing but love for the person who brought me here, I still have to say it: Worst. Sauce. Ever. Worst. Meatball. Ever. To add insult to injury, that ravioli, which sucked, rang in at $16. Blasphemy.
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