“Hey, this is pretty good!” I heard the prepubescent high voice of a boy from the table over exclaim, but I couldn’t see what he was eating. We ate here once shortly after it opened, hoping for a good place close to home. The sodden spaghetti and bloated meatballs made us laugh, and we didn’t go back until now when I wanted to see if they had changed, since they’ve stayed open for so long.
We parked in back of Auntie Pasto’s and had to walk past the wonderful Lemongrass to get here. We got soft bread, Land o’ Lakes in packets, and some celery, carrots, peppers, and a few canned black olives on our table promptly. I guess we shouldn’t mention the house red we ordered because we couldn’t drink much of it. So, how was it? Would I go back?
The server was friendly and nice. The mussels were arranged around their sauce, one shell conveniently removed for ease, and they were only dry, not spoiled. I got the diet plate of steamed vegetables, overcooked tilapia, and whole wheat penne with a sugary tomato sauce, so I suppose it served me right. Danny’s lasagne was gooey, hot, and cheesy, soothing but not good. Nothing like the frash pasta and sparing sauces of lasagna from Emilia Romagna. Dave’s seafood spaghetti was surprisingly hot. We wondered it it would have made a difference if we had asked for the pasta to be al dente.
Clearly this is a kids place, and we were about the only ones without children. I’m amazed this place has lasted right next to Lemongrass. Maybe the Christian Science Reading Room between the two has something to do with it. It’s close, but we won’t be back.
This came free for the table.
It looks friendly enough.
Have you ever seen mussels presented like this?
The seafood pasta.