Go here if you like affordable prices, huge portions and less-than-authentic Italian food served with a side of mediocre service. (I go here under protest when in-laws visit from out of state as they grew up going to family meals at this place in the 60s and 70s). The portions are big enough to feed two people without having to worry about leftovers. The service itself, from one particular server, needs some spicing up. As the server, an older, less-than friendly Caucasian woman, took our order, she wrote down the names for each order (Bob, Richard, Margaret, David, Paul, Ruth, Brenda, etc.), but requested I provide an easier name when I gave her my name: Alicia (aw-lee-see-aw). After I repeated it twice, she said, "Alyssa it is because that's easy!" Who knew vowels were so difficult? (Fun fact: I was the only non-Caucasian in the group of 15). When she delivered the order about 20-30 minutes later, I made comment about the way the food is brought out to large parties -- in multi-level carts. I said, "Now that's how you serve large parties." She immediately gave me a look expressing her annoyance with me, my voice or something else that seemed personal. Her reaction was noticeable by those closest to me in our party as someone remarked, "No comments allowed!" We all laughed except her. While I ordered the spaghetti with marinara sauce, I received fusilli with marinara sauce. (Everyone else's order was correct). Rather than send it back and wait another 20 minutes or so, I just ate it. The spaghetti sauce tasted like tomatoes, the most prominent flavor in the entire dish. But I suppose, one goes there "for the experience" as the in-laws assert, not necessarily the food itself. On the positive side, the cheese bread is delicious which is why this kitschy place merits a 3-star, although a 2.5 seems more appropriate given the lackluster service. It's difficult to enjoy a meal when the staff seems sickened at the sight of one's presence.