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It’s a good thing you don’t need no stinking menu, because you’re not gonna get one here. Tell the waiter what you’re craving—fish, lamb, veal—and see what he brings out. Troughs of shrimp scampi studded with baked clams, platters of stuffed veal so decadent it’ll guilt you into a PETA donation. Communal tables, limited décor. Deep family-style. It’s just not really up to you. Bring your screaming rugrats and fuhgeddabout ever buckling your belt again.
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