The last time I went into this shop, the old Italian woman told me all about her son’s crazy sex life… Before she takes my order she complains about how loud they are when they “bring da ladies home… and how they are “too lazy to even get a license!”

Let this woman rant, as I have noticed that the more I let her talk, the more free sausage chunks and meatballs she prepares to give me, yes, for free!

The food and sandwiches are good here, but you don’t come to stay, sit, or be waited on… You come for the love of pretending that you live in an Italian mafia family, where you watch what your back, but enjoy the food and the drama of the family.

So it’s no big surprise this is the place to go for Italian goodness. Salami, prosciutto, pepperoni, meatballs…they’ve got it all. And the heartburn to go with it. Bring your tums for your tummy.