When we came to visit last week, we thought - no way are we gonna waste money on a so-called "Italian-American" restaurant in Florida. Everyone knows, there's something in the water, or the stoves, or the electricity, or the brain cells, that causes all italian food to taste horrible once you leave the southernmost reaches of New York. It's a fact, Jack! I mean how good could italian food be, when they admit in their advertising that it isn't even truly italian, but merely "Italian-American?" What does that mean, anyway? That they pronounce it Manny-Kotty?
But we said y'know, to heck with it, let's go anyway. And so we did, the night before we returned home. Hubby had veal parm, I had lobster ravioli.
Awesome. Really delicious. I tasted hubby's sauce and it was really really terrific.
Our waiter was a bit too "lounge-lizard" for my taste, and I notice this seems to be a trend with the male servers in all the restaurants down there. Maybe they think that because they're dealing with "old folks" they have to pretend to be really bad imitations of Sammy Davis Jr.? But that's more a commentary on the servers, not the service itself, which was very good. Or the food, which was excellent.
I didn't notice any trouble with the lighting - it was well-lit, but not like Starbucks. Maybe that's the "American" part of their cuisine - "Italian food that you can actually see when you eat it!"
My complaint: They didn't have manny-kotty on the menu
