First the good. Garlic bread was brought to the table, and it was warm, crisp and favorful. Unfortunately, that was the highlight of the meal. The salad was crisp, but unfortunately was drenched in Italian dressing so that by the time I was nearly finished there was a dark pool of liquid hiding the remnants, and the pungent vinegar flavor prevented eating them.
The lasagne consited largely of crumbled bits of meat that strongly resembled dog food, but I suspect that dog food would be better tasting.
The Chicago style pizza was burned on the edge, but doughy and undercooked in the center. Not what I remembered from my days in Chicago.
I guess we were warned. When we entered there were two half finished pasta plates on an empty table at the front, and only one other table had customers. Not surprising, as this is not the sort of place anyone would give a second try.
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