We had to walk through a gaggle of smokers to get to the front door. The music from the bar was very loud. The bread with dipping oil was wonderful! The chicken marsala was tough. I had a couple pieces I had to spit back out because they were unchewable. My dining partners were unenthused about the chicken parm as well.
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