Kevin G.
Yelp
I am not reviewing the pizza because I actually didn't have it. (Shock! Horror!) I will next time, because I'm going back.
For all the people that said it's a limited or simple menu, that's what a pizzeria is. It's pizza, and then pasta or burgers for people that don't want pizza at that moment. (Everyone wants pizza eventually.)
I didn't have pizza because I was trying to find local places while I'm up here on business, and Agatucci's showed up in the search. I love pizza. I also love fried chicken. This is a pizza place that has fried chicken. Also, if you get the special fried chicken, you get ravioli and spaghetti on the side. What? Cultures coming together in peace and harmony! In my belly.
So, after finding them on one of the two days they're closed, I finally made it in tonight. I walked into a packed restaurant, which turned out to be one table of about fourteen, all related - so a true Italian place. I grabbed a table, and looked around.
It's a bit dark. However, that's how a family pizzeria is supposed to be. If you want bright lights and noise, go to one of those kids' party places (which isn't pizza, but if you don't know what a pizzeria looks like, you probably don't know pizza, either.)
My waitress arrived and asked if I wanted a menu. This to me is a good sign because it means there are regulars who don't need one. I asked for one, got a beverage from the bar, and decided how long to wait before I just confessed I wanted a half fried chicken with pasta.
The order did not surprise or horrify her. So far, so good.
She asked what dressing I wanted on my salad. Wait. I get salad? I should have said "house" since I was in an Italian place, but I panicked and said "Thousand Island." She asked if I wanted my bread with my salad or my dinner. This was a question I had never been asked. (I should have said "Both" to see what would have happened.)
The salad was nice. The bread was good. After a bit, the chicken arrived.
Now, I had assumed that since a chicken basket had fries and a special basket had pasta, that the fries would be eliminated. Silly me. Fries and pasta. Seriously. Unless the booze is free, does it get better than this?
My waitress mentioned she had this all the time, and I might want to poke some holes in the chicken to let the steam out. If a food services professional ever tells you something like this, do it.
As I picked up one of the pieces of chicken and watched my fingerprints disappear, I realized this may have been cooked to order or perhaps heated in a nuclear reactor. It is also the only dish I have ever had that makes hot pasta sauce seem like a reasonable temperature to consume.
After everything cooled down, I ate.
The pasta is good. I really liked the ravioli, the sauce is really nice. If I had just tried the pasta, I would have been happy.
However, I still had a half a chicken (and some fries.) Maybe it's best I didn't ask for more bread.
I love this fried chicken. It reminds me of chicken I've had elsewhere, but I can't figure out where. I may have to go back and see if another order will trigger my memory.
It was really, really good. The breast was moist, the leg and thigh were tasty, even the wing was good - and I'm not usually a wing person.
So, I have found a pizza place where I may go and never have pizza.
Who am I kidding? If the chicken is this good, I have to get the pizza next time.
I may sit at the bar, because as the streams of people entered, I felt a bit guilty about taking up a four-top - and there appeared to be people eating at the bar. However, most of people coming in were parties too large for the table anyway.