Everyone wants to claim to be an expert at Italian cuisine. Sadly, out of every 10 Italian restaurants I go to, only one meets my expectations. It's that moment you have after taking the bite that makes you stare back at your plate, open you eyes wide, be very grateful you have so much more left, while almost shedding a tear and letting out a silent profanity as to how amazing the meal is.
That sums up my experience at Mario's Osteria. We ordered two entrees. Both were annihilated. Doggie bag my butt. What amazing taste and texture!! The Chicken Piccata with angel hair was astounding. A masterpiece. And the best test of whether the chef knows what they're doing? You order the Bolognese. And that my friends, was what made me grin at my plate and shed a tear. It was that good.
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