When it comes to Italian food, some folks swear by Buca di Beppo.
I think it means Joe’s Basement. Although buca in Italian is a hole.
Which in some cities, it is. The health code violation reports are longer than your arm.
Me, I prefer to eat in the attic. It’s quieter up there.
Although there’s spiders and dust. Yuck.
The garage? The cars take up too much room.
The kitchen? Well, you know your food will get to your table quickly, but it sucks you see something great that you didn’t order.
At least it’s not fucking Oliver Garden.