Reservations meant nothing.  We waited.  And waited.  Then we ate.  Sort of. I don't eat mushy pasta.  I had what was purported to be \""pappardelle.\"" Sigh.  It was not.  The Caesar salad was \""made\"" table side.  Or so they pretended.  Lettuce in a bowl tossed with cheese at your table sans egg or anchovy is a side salad.  Caesar was far from hailed. Dry.  Inedible, \n\nIt all comes down to your personal preferences and standards If you are not Italian, have never been to Italy or have never been fed by an Italian, you might like the food.  You might also like Chef Boyardee.  I give this restaurant 1 star because I have to on this site.  Personally, my dead mother is rolling in her grave and  I would like to go into their kitchen and teach them the basics of Italian cooking 101. Starting and ending with the concept of \""al dente.\""