Shoaib H.
Yelp
How do you describe the feeling of knowing you're home when you've just walked into a place you've never stepped foot in?
But that's how i felt.
i was greeted by a distinguished older gentleman sitting in a chair.
He was as Italian as they come.
"How many?", he asked politely.
"You're looking at it", i responded.
He would jokingly look behind me, as if to make sure i was in fact alone.
i would assure him, jokingly, that it really was just me.
He would get up and walk me to my table.
And in that briefest of moments, i knew i had come to the right place.
i was home.
i would sit down and he would walk over and introduce himself.
This man was none other than Mr. Gerasole, and this was his restaurant.
He would tell me he's had the restaurant for 24 years.
i stood there, speechless, thinking what an honor it was just to meet the man who owned this restaurant.
He asked my name.
And i responded with: "shoaib" but it's pronounced "show-abe".
He would repeat it back as if he'd known me for years.
Remembering - and pronouncing - someone's name is a lost art.
i try and remember everyone's name, in hopes they will remember mine.
But Mr. Gerasole got it right, and got it right the first time.
He would proceed to ask me if i was of Mediterranean descent. Syrian? Turkish? Spanish?
i answered "Yes" to all of those.
Having a tannish complexion, and two white grandmothers raises a lot of interesting questions about your true origin.
A topic i enjoy when introducing myself.
After hearing this, he would say:
"You're like the League of Nations".
My experience at this quaint, family-run, italian restaurant would only get better.
i ordered a Salad and my main course.
i was served the most delicious bread, one best enjoyed with olive oil and pepper (and a dash of salt).
There was a tiny "old style" bottle of olive oil on every table, one with two spouts.
i don't recall ever seeing that but it made the most sense.
Why have one spout on the top, and another on the side?
Well... why not? it was functional and for the first time i felt like i had a choice as to which spout i'd use when pouring out the olive oil in a small round plate.
My recommendation - on this most insignificant of details - is to use the side spout.
The caesar salad was delicious, a word i never thought i'd use to describe salad.
The caesar dressing was rich, creamy, and each helping left you wanting more.
Out of fear that i'd run out of room soon if i didn't stop, i set the caesar goodness aside.
i wasn't done. i didn't want to be done.
i was just "pausing".
The main course was served with lobster sauce, cheese, and a pasta i don't recall ever having before.
it was The Best.
here i was, having met the man who started it all, almost a quarter century ago...
enjoying The Best italian meal i have ever had.
it was my good fortune to have stepped into this fine establishment.
My server, Anthony, was so courteous and explained all the available options and never once did i feel rushed.
As luck would have it, i failed to save room for Dessert.
But that's what "to go" boxes are for.
i had the pasta packed up and requested the only logical choice when it comes to an Italian dessert...
Tiramisu.
Later that evening, i would heat up the pasta and enjoy the Tiramisu.
Truth be told, i would probably go back for the Tiramisu alone.
i hope this review finds its way to people that enjoy great food, a great story, and great individuals like Mr. Gerasole.
Thank You Mr. Gerasole, and Thank You Anthony, for making my visit an unforgettable one.