Long Review, please forgive!
I always wanted to visit Little Italy but never got a chance. Then came a good opportunity.
My wife was pregnant. That was going to be our last day as a just husband and wife. The next day she would be admitted to the hospital for the delivery. I literally had to beg my mom and her mom to let my wife have one meal outside. My wife was pretty excited too as it had been months since she had food in a restaurant. So it was a very special day for us.
We wanted to have some good food to mark that memorable day. My wife suggested Little Italy. She had been to the one in Bangalore and she had a good opinion on the food.
What we wanted to be a memorable dinner turned out to be worst ever!
We sat in a place that was a little to the inside as we wanted some privacy. But we got too much of privacy. The waiters did not show up in that area much often. We had to wait for 20 mins before we even got our menu cards. Thank you!
I ordered Pale di Potato (crispy potato skins). The potato skins were crispy alright but was bit too salty and the garlic aioli served along side just had too much garlic. Some pieces of the potato skins were so small that you would think that they leftovers of chopped potatoes that was used for some other dish.
My wife ordered Ravioli with cream sauce with dil. The ravioli had been cooked so much so that she could not pick up a single ravioli without it breaking apart. Talk about al dente!
I ordered a custom made spaghetti tossed in olive oil, tomatoes and mozzarella. It was al dente alright. But after eating a few mouthfuls, I found hair in the spaghetti! I promptly sent it back and asked for no replacement.
We are Indians. We share food even at restaurants. So the waiter serves the food in all our plates. But in some places we prefer not to do that, especially in Italian Restaurants. But, hey, the waiter served the Ravioli on to our plates without being asked to.
Then when my spaghetti came, my wife told the waiter not serve her spaghetti. Without missing a beat, he served it on to my plate. Spaghetti on a plate! This was the farthest one can go from being an Italian Restaurant.
So, there was it. And what was supposed to be a memorable evening ruined by folks at Little Italy.