Maybe I've spent too much time in Italy to be able to review Italian restaurants in the US. I try to judge them on a different scale (not going to be real Italian, of course) but I am usually disappointed in them no matter what. Watery pasta is the usual.
I was not disappointed here. I had a spaghetti dish with a tomatoe sauce laden with a lot of olives and other good stuff. It wasn't full of sugary-sweetnes, like so many lousy sauces at American Italian places. The noodles were not overcooked. These are wins, in my book.
I made the mistake of first ordering a portion of Bruschetta, which were decent (though too oniony) and the plate must have had 5 pounds of appetizer on it. I couldn't finish it all, which is unusual for me, as I can pack away the food.
There's nothing stylish about the place. It's in a typical down-market-looking mini-mall storefront. The neighborhood actually creeped me out a bit after dark. Seemed surrounded by vast, unoccupied industrial stuff. No biggie, but you're not going to have a romantic dinner and a stroll here. You're going to drive in, park next to the geriatric Cadillac Leagues' cars, and drive home.