At first, it was great because we did not have to wait for a table; it was not a busy night. One of the worker even sang an Italian opera, which was very pleasant. Then everything went downhill! The waiter, who looked like he is still in grade school, forgot about the bread basket; we had to remind him 3 times. Our dinners looked like "slops." My husband's linguine was clumped and uncooked. The mussels' shellfish on my son plate were not "opened," so I knew that it was not completely cooked. My own greasy plate of penne almost slid off the plate as the "boy" waiter placed it in front of me! Gross! He finally said, "oh, I can bring out the bread now if you like." And, "sorry, we have a new cook." I did not eat the penne. My son was sick to his stomach afterward, and my husband swore we will never go there again.
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