OMG! This is no Olive Garden. PUKE!! BTWs we hate the Olive Garden! Damn you Fettuccine Alfredo!!
Arcodoro (you must say it with an Italian accent)was a great place. In honor of Passover, we tried a new Italian restaurant. The place was really authentically decorated and cooked! We even got to chose our own seating: a very awkward decisions. A grown up game of musical tables.
The bread basket was to die over! Quite an assortment of carbs. I would accept this bread basket as my meal any day of the week. It had little baby crescents and rosemary bread! Looking back now, I'm not sure if it was so delicious because of the ingredients or my intense level of hunger. The ingredients are in the lead.
The service was just uppity enough for our taste without making me feel fat. At one time during dinner, I did a crazy hand gesture to the table and right away a little Italian man popped up waiting to take our order! Perfect! A little Mario! Where's Yoshi?
In all seriousness, this is the most authentic Italian food we have ever had outside of Italy. (Not to boost, it's just that we've been there enough to tour the Tuscan countryside!) Speaking of feeling obese, the food was so good, we gladly paid for the smaller portions. We are watching our figures and are on Project Hawaii mode.
We give it a Molto Mario Luigi Scucuzzi Ristorante!!
Prego!!!!!! (not Newman's)
