When I was growing up, my dad would often take us to this small Italian joint outside Don Bosco. It was small, unassuming and was far from fancy. I couldn't understand why we kept going back, but as my food pallet evolved and my taste and hunger for good food intensified, I understood why. This small restaurant trumped all the pretentious Italian restaurants that were popping up everywhere. They sold good home cooked meals that tasted authentic. Their pizzas and pastas were a welcome treat as most of the other Italian restaurant food chains scrimped on ingredients. Sadly, their expansion has caused them to lose their small joint charm as they became slightly commercialized for my liking. Despite this, their food is still as good. I guess I am just a little bit nostalgic of that small hole in the wall join that I associate with my childhood. Nevertheless, I would often drop by once in a while and let each bite take me back to afternoons spent with my dad. read more