Atmosphere: walk down into a subterranean fire trap whose walls are covered with pictures of B listers who just had the red gravy experience of their lives. If there’s a fire, you’re dead. If not, 4.7 Landaus.
Service: world-weary but friendly. The wait staff’s use of handheld electronic devices is effective if incongruous with the 70s-New Jersey-Italian basement decor. 4.4 Landaus.
Food: top notch old school red gravy Italian fare. Fuck your feelings and fuck the seafood offerings. Go bone-in veal Parm and call it a day. 4.7 Landaus.
Dessert: the banana cream pie which they’re “known for” kind of sucks. 3.0 Landaus. The apple cinnamon ri-GOT cheesecake is legit. Get it warm, however fucked up that may sound. 5 motherfucking Landaus. Peanut butter cream pie is a close 2nd at 4.8.
Overall: This place is an Atlantic City legend and therefore deserves a modicum of respect off the bat. The whole is greater than the sum of the parts. This is a twice a year dining experience, no more, no less. Just make sure to bring cash, otherwise you’ll be washing dishes with 2 broken thumbs. 4.6 Landaus
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