I did as I promised. I at inside the restaurant. No takeout this time and ergo no excuses.
The experience was, unfortunately, the same or worse than expected. Starting from walking in the joint and seeing the “Please wait to be seated” sign. We waited for a few seconds and the waitress said “Are you here for lunch, just sit anywhere”. Why did I wait to be seated only to be told “sit anywhere”.
I took my mother out for her birthday. When we walked into the dining room there was one very large table of about 12 to 14 people. And that was it. Because it was about 140 degrees in the dining room, my mother and I decided to sit by the front door, which was open and offered the only respite from the heat. This door was not supposed to be an entrance, more like a fire door. As a result of that door being opened, they had to put a big hand-made sign at the front of the restaurant, in front of that door, that said “Use other door”. It was a very nice sign, hand-written on scrap paper.
It was so stifling that we decided to leave. When the waitress came over with the menu we told her that we were going to leave because of the heat. We said it nicely. We realized it was a warm day. The waitress however couldn’t hear what we were saying because motorcycles without mufflers and cars that hadn’t had a tune up since the late 70’s were speeding by right outside this door we were near. She asked us if we wanted to relocate to the table in the back away from the door; and right next to the boisterous table of 14. We passed on that.
It turned out OK. She closed the door and turned the air conditioning on. We decided to stay and make the best of it. I didn’t say a word to my mother regarding my reviews of Stugazzis and I really wanted to finish up the 3 part series by eating inside the restaurant as I promised I would.
It is far too exhausting at this point to write yet another review about the lackluster food at Stugazzis. Suffice it to say my mother’s veggie pizza was soggy, undercooked on the bottom, but had scorched veggies on the top. My chicken parmesan was obviously re-heated from something they made the night before. The chicken’s coating wouldn’t adhere to the meat and the whole dish had no flavor.
At the end of the meal when the waitress asked us if we wanted to take the leftovers home, we politely said no.
I’m a little sick of getting comments about how wonderful Stugazzis is. After 3 attempts, there is no way you can convince me that the food there is good. It seems to me that if a restaurant gives out huge portions, regardless of how bad the quality of those portions is, Americans are happy. Over-eating, glutinous, fat American sloths are happier than a pig in shit as long as they have enough food in a doggie bag to eat for 2 more days. You know who you are and you disgust me.
Stugazzis is not a restaurant, it’s a place where you can stuff you face on what can only qualify as food by the FDA, but not by me. I’ve eaten there enough now that I know the deal. So don’t bother commenting on this post. Case is closed.