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I took my family to this restaurant this past weekend for the first time. I coulfd not believe how over rated and over priced this place was!! I would NEVER go back again.. There is only so much you can do to Italian food... How you can charge the prices they charged is beyond my belief. Tampa has a serious lack of "northest quality" Italian food. Just because some old Italian man greets you at the door and greets you with an "Italian greeting" in the native language that does not correlate into vaule and quality. Starting from the arrival the parking was horrendous. Getting into the front door of the place was a chore in itself. Once we arrived we were "moved around" like cattle and whisked off to a table and unnecesarily rushed thru the entire dining experience. Once I saw the prices I expected New York syle food and service. It was anything but that... If there is one thing I can not stand it is the feeling of being in a "greasy" environment where the owners are taking your money for a less than a satisfying experience. The total bill was riduclous. The food was cold, poorly prepared, and overall very poor quality. Why people would spend thier money at this so called "restaurant" is beyond me. We had to leave to go to another well known steak restaurant down the road for dessert. I could not stand to be in this place any longer. Rude waiters, cold/poor quality food, ridiculous prices for "pasta", the greasy feel of the place, all say NEVER AGAIN!! I would honestly rather go to Olive Garden and spend my money..
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