This old haunt from the old days of checkered tablecloths, chianti bottle ceilings and sides of rigatoni with your eggplant parmesan still charms the pants off of anyone wanting to go back in time. The flour hand print on the butt of the Twiddledee waiter brought a smile to my face. Keep it up you neon dinosaur!
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