"It's a good thing I made a reservation," Vodka mumbles to Ginger as she arrives at our table. Looking around, Ginger finds the dining room of Pietro's nearly empty, even at our relatively-normal eating time on a Saturday night. In the place of actual customers, we find decor that is so heavily old-fashioned that we are convinced half of The Godfather must have been shot here.
|Wine Bottles from the Prohibition Era|
|Don't Peer at the Figure Behind the Curtain|
|So Was it 1932?...|
|...Or 1984?! Very Shady, Pietro's|
|Here Sat Vodka and Ginger. They Ate A Lot and Also Complained|
|"Wine Guy" Will Soon Become Known as "Bread Boy"|
|"Better Give Them Each Their Own Portion. They Look Like They Enjoy Carbs"|
|Double the Goodness, Double the Fat, err, Fun|
|Standard Caesar Fare|
|Has Pietro's Hidden Red Pepper Flakes on Us?!|
|Also, We Requested Extra Cheese. Naturally|
|"I'll Have the Linguini with Clams. Hold the Clams"|
|Please Note the Decided Greasiness of the Plate|
|Someone Buy Us a Salt Mine, Will You?|
|Who Is Nat and How Did He Become an Expert in Shells?|
|"So What You're Saying Is... You're NOT Going To Give Us a To-Go Bag of These? 3 Stars for You"|
|As They Are Essentially the Hotel Restaurant of the Hampton Inn|
"Have we met?" Vodka asks. "Why would you think I have plans? I was going to cook pasta and drink wine."
"I meant that I'm sure you had A PLAN for the evening," Ginger clarifies. "Not necessarily PLANS."
|So Same Plan, Different Pasta|
|We're Telling You -- The Godfather Had to Have Been Filmed Here|
"Excuse me, do you have a Little Brown Bag?" she asks a flummoxed salesgirl.
"Um, not one that would fit that container," the girl answers (clearly, she's not familiar with the MEDIUM brown bags?!).
"Then could you throw this out for me?" Ginger pretty much shoves the container into the shoe department trash can, all but assuring that customers will be gaining a bit of fish stench along with their Stuart Weitzman's.
|Hey Pietro's -- BLOT YOUR FOOD|
Pietro's Caesar Salad: 3 stars