Phil G.
Yelp
I had been to Tenuta's decades ago and had found memories. Last night, my spouse was sick and craved pasta. Tenuta's popped into my mind for takeout. Thus, I drove over to the restaurant on Memorial Day Sunday at 5:45 to pick up two Caesar salads, one Scampi, and one Boglonese pasta. Parking was a bitch, and a line poured out the door of Tenuta's. I parked illegally, using my official tag, and tried to navigate through the crowd of hungry, middle-aged people. They were not happy letting me through. I kept repeating, "take out," "take out," "excuse me," but they were having none of it. This was a rough and surly crowd. I finally maneuvered myself to the bar and gave the bartenderess my name. She said one minute and walked into the kitchen. The place was packed, every table taken, and waitstaff were running around in all directions. The clientele looked alike, mid forties or mid fifties, large, and 80% of the men were bald. As I stood in the aisle, awaiting my order, I was pushed, jostled, and shoved multiple times. Nary was an "excuse me" heard. This was the rudest group of Milwaukeeans I have ever encountered. They all looked like they worked concrete. Ten minutes later, my bag was handed to me, and I hustled out. I never saw one smile in Tenuta's.
The food was mediocre. My Scampi was bland with about five overdone shrimp. The Bolognese was okay at best, nothing special. Most of the linebackers at Tenuta's were eating pizza. Maybe that's what they're known for now. I doubt I'll be back. They obviously didn't like a little, old guy wearing dark glasses and a designer coat. I think I have bruises.