When I walked into this casual restaurant today with my boss's boss, we were greeted by an obviously toothless man with ample fresh sweat stains on the front and sides of his grubby t-shirt. He complained he was dying from the humidity. He wiped the sweat off his forehead. He was friendly, and welcomed us inside and told us the food was fabulous. I asked him what he would recommend and he suggested we talk with the owner, who told us about all the homemade items. She was also friendly. The guy was chatty and smiled a lot.
The only reason I didn't run away was because of all the good reviews online. I tried not to look at the filthy, stained carpet, the strings of greasy dust hanging from the ceiling tiles (which were discolored a deep yellowy brown from grease and dirt), and the grubby condiments (which I was unwilling to touch). We both ordered cheese ravioli with meatballs and garlic bread. I scraped crumbs off a table, wiped it off with a napkin, and sat down. The silverware was sticky, and it took awhile for me to find a fork and knife that didn't stick to my hand.
That said, the food was delicious. The sauce, the ravioli, and the meatballs were homemade and the garlic bread was divine. Even the iced tea was homemade (Stash Tea Orange Spice brewed onsite).
Now, would I recommend this restaurant? Nope. I loved the food but would have a hard time managing to eat there again. If it was as filthy as it was in places I could see, I can't imagine what it is like where I can't see. I don't want to know.