I first ate here in 1994, the year I moved to NYC, to Carroll Gardens. I was drawn to this restaurant, not only out of love for Italian food, but because its authenticity intrigued me. No put-on airs, here. As a young, single professional woman, I could go in there alone and be treated like a queen, but everyone was treated the exact same way. I felt welcomed and wanted. I remember Santos, who now seems to be the main proprietor. Was a lovely man. The waitstaff there superlative, and Santos was the head waiter. They always had the best table for me, and fawned all over me. The owners back then, mom and pop, would send a drink, and embarrass me by doing so, but I was so flattered. And being so poor, I appreciated it. I could sit there and read a book, and it was perfectly o.k. To get to the food, which became secondary to the way I was treated, Mama Mia!! Every dish I ever had there was better than the last. And their menu seemed endless in offerings. I cannot tell you what dishes I favored, since this was so many years ago, but suffice it to say, based on newer reviews, you simply cannot go wrong eating here. If you want real Italian, you go to Red Rose. Please tell Santos the librarian said “hello.”

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