Touch Of Italy Rehoboth — Restaurant in Delaware

Honestly super mid. I don’t mind dropping money on good food but was actually sad for the rest of the night after paying this bill. I paid $30 for chicken parmesan or however it is spelled there. I was greeted with what looked like 3 chicken breast mashed with a hammer with sauce and bagged cheese thrown over it. Picture this in your head, take a chicken breast and cut it in half, now beat it with a mallet. Season it with nothing but expired italian breadcrumbs from a bag and then cook it for 10 seconds in oil. After that, throw it in a pot of boiling water until it’s finished. I cut into this piece of chicken, and I thought hopefully it’s better than what I’m feeling here with the knife. Sure as can be was I greeted with the most flat, dry, bland probably most hideous piece of chicken I’ve ever seen, I’ve ever tasted. To top it off, it looked like a 2 year olds unsupervised making of a pizza, there was a giant glob of thick, disgusting cheese just tossed onto the side of the plate. It was so solid that you could stick a fork in it and pick the entire meal off of the plate. The sauce honestly wasn’t horrible that was just about the only good thing I could say about my plate and that’s if you want to consider it tolerable. For something that was advertised on the menu as the in house special big delicious money make I can’t put into words how extremely disappointed I was. Further more, my date got the Fettuccine Alfredo with the chicken. For how much money they are asking for the entree, you think you’d get a lot more. Well guess what, I’m glad she didn’t. If you’ve ever had Alfredo from the grocery store freezer aisle, stick with that because believe me when I say it’s leagues better than the bland noodles you will find here. It tastes like they undercooked the pasta and then poured some milk over the top. I only had a bite (thank the Lord) but that is what I experienced. The garlic cheese bread appetizer was decent. The red sauce it came with was on point, pretty sloppy with the garnish and it was mostly a glob of cheese than it was garlic bread. I had a simpler experience as this years ago last time I was in rehoboth at touch of Italy, I thought I’d give it another shot this go around because it looks like the reviews have improved but I was severely disappointed. All in all, I kind of feel like an idiot for paying $75 plus a tip for all this and it has soured the one night I planned on staying here...

We weren’t even going to waste our time writing a review, but after seeing everyone else’s poor experience, and getting berated out of the restaurant we had to share. We walked into Rehoboth location around 7:15, just as the dinner rush was dying off. We Stood waiting for 10 minutes before even being acknowledged by the hostess that was MIA. We finally got acknowledged and seated. We ordered our first round of drinks. Our waitress messed up my husbands first beer because she was aware of the change on tap, not a big deal. He ordered a different beer. We sat and waited for 15 minutes still waiting for his drink while we watched our waitress eat her dinner in the service station. Mind you we already had our appetizer and my husband still has no drink. At that point we watched the bartender pour the 2nd beer wrong. Obviously upset at the service we were receiving and still waiting for the drink, we talked to a manager to get the situation sorted. We were given another waitress to make the situation right, and she finally gave us the correct beer after the 3rd time. My husband obviously upset and frustrated at the situation made a few comments about this finally being the correct beer after the 3rd time and how ridiculous the service has been. The bartender approached us and said she pour the correct beer the 2nd time. I explained to the bartender that I watched her pour the wrong beer, as I was directly facing the bar watching to see when his drink would finally come out. At that point the table next to us starting chiming in not even knowing our situation and yelling at us to calm down as they stood up and got in our faces. Mind you, I’m 5 months pregnant. It escalated so bad to the point where we took our food to go and left the restaurant as we were being harassed for being upset about our poor experience. Never ever again will I visit this establishment. After a 50 min ride back home, I now get to enjoy cold pizza in my kitchen. Thanks Touch of Italy and your patrons for berated a pregnant lady and her husband out of the...

No Love

Twas a great start at a beautiful place. A kind yet shy hostess doing her best and in a distance, a friendly staff at the bakery. Unbeknownst to the travesty of quality Italian food that was destined to be served to me. Quick to come out, I thought. Tis not a good sign and after later examination, just another nuked blob of food. I left, and returned to my place of slumber. ▪︎▪︎▪︎ Upon opening the container, I realize I haven't a silverware pack, not even a single fork. No napkin. No salt or pepper packet. No parmesan cheese or even a lone mint. No love. Alas, nothing but the pasta. I feel violated, I'm surprised I even got my pasta in a container, and not just thrown into the bag. Nice bag by the way, for the handles are really sturdy. The noodles - drowning in sauce, desperately crying for help to be saved by a fork unprovided.. This sauce, which was about the quality of the finest of Pregos' alfredo sauces, was plentiful. Accompanied by several shrimp captured from their homes many a days ago. The alfredo pasta itself BEFORE adding any extras like meat, was 20 dollars. I'd expect better.? But I know some restaurants rarely care about their to-go orders, so as the young kids say, "it is what it is". ▪︎▪︎▪︎ The verdict? The basic but still pricey food, about as mainstream as it goes. At least Olive Garden gives you silverware.. the tossed salad and golden breadsticks are bonus! I should have just visited Olive Garden. Or gotten Chinese.. twas my first idea. But here I am, shivering with terror and indigestion as I walk down the corridors of my residence to hunt for drink. I shall find a ginger ale, and seek refuge after this cataclysm that has plagued...