Ettya F.
Yelp
Just like traditional Italian fare, this review will be a hearty, hardy handful of delicious love. Just like a stereotyped Italian, this review will be blunt without apologies.
The salad bar is fine - there's a traditional assortment of spring mix, croutons and a bunch of dressings. The Italian dressing is magical. Sure, it sort of tastes like traditional-American Italian dressing (think Kraft), but then there's something else...something indefinable that makes you know a big bunch of amore was put into that brewing pot.
But the love doesn't stop there: though the ravioli and eggplant rotolini tasted suspiciously similar, though one was obviously made with pasta and the other with a fruit, the red sauce smothered atop each made it not matter. Usually I'm more of a carbonara, olive-oil and parmesan girl - I used to (still do) request that Pizza Hut deliver my cheese pizza sans sauce - but Marchello's marinara is rave worthy. It's lightly sweet, beautifully fragrant and exudes a mild splash of basil, parsley and other herbs.
As for dessert, the brownies have nuts in them, though the menu doesn't specify this is the case...which was fine, because the waitress returned the allergen-laden dessert, and offered a cannoli with no pistachios instead. The filling was cloud-fluffy, just sweet enough to not taste like cheese, and the chocolate sprinkles were a cute American touch. Home style? For sure. Authentic? Not so much as original,
Oh, and the Spinach and Artichoke dip is creamy, super thick, super delicious, but not as wildly artery clogging as you would assume it would taste. Served with crisp focaccia, this starter is a must.