This place must be be a front for some illegal activity behind the scenes. When one orders steak at a steak house you expect flavorful pieces of meat. I ordered the porterhouse and the waitress asked if I wanted steaksauce. Now, a perfectly seasoned steak from a steakhouse should not need steaksauce. I needed steaksauce after one bite. It was tender, nice grill marks, but whomever cooked my steak neglected to use the basic seasonings of salt and pepper. It was the blandest steak I've ever tasted. I asked for potato chips instead of the potato, and loved the homemade chips. Dark, crispy and salty, not greasy at all. Came here for lunch once and had the eggplant parm, it was very good. The chef used Pank breadcrumbs and the edges stayed crispy even under a blanket of excellent sauce. Lots of fresh mozzarella on top. Very good dish, but not enough to make me forget a very bad steak.