Just because it's called "That's Amore" doesn't mean I agree

Okay, I'll admit it. This is the biggest time gap between posts. But hey, I was doing stuff. And I really don’t care how vague that sounds. The ‘stuff’ I’ve been doing taught me to toss my green wig back and ignore criticism. Despite my amazing confidence within, at “That’s Amore”, I was not happy with service. Honestly, I really (and truly) think I could have gotten better service at some nearby Burger King. Right after my meal, I always let the waiter/waitress know I will review their food. But the waitress looked at me like she didn’t believe me. Trust me, it seemed almost as if she didn’t have to look at me, she wouldn’t. Usually, people will thank me or something. In fact, one of my favorite restaurants, Cava, has a winning combo. Whenever I walk in, they recognize me and we sometimes talk. They thank me for the review, seat me to a table, and then I gorge on delicious Greek cuisine. What do you think about that? But I’ll shut up about Cava. After all, I’m writing about “That’s Amore”, not Cava. (By the way, please check out my real post about Cava.) I’m sorry, “That’s Amore”, but Cava is way better. Besides, there's a personal limit of how many words aren’t about the food. As every Italian restaurant does, there was bread on the table. Wow, what a surprise. And guess what? It tastes exactly the same as most Italian breads. If they actually made the bread, then I would be thrilled. It’s one of those old fashioned things that people thrive on because nobody does it anymore. I then looked at the menu to find something perfect for me. Fortunately, I succeeded. I decided on four cheese tortellini. Before I say how fantastic it is, I’d just like to say that most tortellini I eat is in a marinara sauce. But not this one. No, this dish was served in something similar to Alfredo sauce. All in all, it would easily be a dish for everyone with its creamy texture and nutty notes. As side dishes, I had Vesuvius Potatoes and asparagus. While the deliciously high-starch potatoes were flavored with garlic and just enough salt, the asparagus was awful. It had the taste of raw asparagus, yet it was rubbery and soggy. It actually seems as if you have to try to do that. To soothe away the grossness, I got chocolate gelato. Now remember my comment about homemade stuff? Well, it turns out it’s homemade. It really made a difference. The silky smooth dessert was so unfortunately small. Overall, “That’s Amore” gets three stars.