ITALIAN RESTAURANTS HAVE ALWAYS ATTRACTED ME, especially the non-chains, the little, non-descript mom & dad holes in the wall. The aromas these places produce are wonderful, the service is good, and the food is exceptional. I suppose there are people out there who aren’t crazy about Italian cuisine, but I’ve never met one. “Everything you see,” said the luscious Sophia Loren, “I owe to spaghetti.” The place where I live that is most authentic is called “Little Italy.” They have been there for decades and have a loyal clientele. The little Italian grandmother greets you upon entry and you can sometimes hear her husband back in the kitchen, banging pots or calling out for whatever he needs. The atmosphere is such that you half expect to see Michael Corleone and a couple of beefy henchmen at a back table. Soft music is playing, something operatic or, for the less classical ear, a bit of Sinatra. The repast begins with fresh baked bread, a house salad, and the vino of your choice. The entrée is not only delicious but attractive to the eye, always an important part of a good meal. I rarely have room for dessert. Somehow, in a strange way, enjoying dinner at Little Italy, I walk out feeling as if I must have had Italian ancestors, or should have had. Why else would I like garlic so much?
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