Lasagna House III — Restaurant in Spring

The food here is really good, and great pricing. Overall, I love this place, but there are a few things that strike me as odd or off, so I'll share those.

I'm not in love with the Bruschetta. Kind of silly, but it comes out to you in a bowl and it's not a diced tomato like what I expect. Maybe it's more authentic, not sure, honestly have no idea. The tomato topping were more like chunks of tomatoes in a liquid soup you'd spoon onto the provided bread. Very strange to me, not a fan, won't get that again.

This might seem a little rude. The first time we went, the owner came out and introduced himself and started asking questions about us since we were extremely new, we shared that we'd just moved to Texas. However, I felt like he was asking too pointed questions about where exactly we lived in the Spring area and we really didn't want to tell him we live in apartment XXX in this complex (a bit of a hyperbole, but I think sharing that we live in X city/area should be sufficient). I felt uncomfortable. He shared some of the story of the establishment which I thought was kind of cool, but we'd just been served like 5 minutes before he walked up. Honestly, I wanted to eat and be left in peace. He did most of the talking for at least a good ten minutes or so. Honestly, nice guy and well-meaning, but I prefer to be left alone when eating after just being served and my parents would have loved him. In the long term, maybe we will get to know each other very well.

Now we've been back a few times, food is always just as good, and now while we are shut for COVID-19, we like to support them whenever we get a hankering for good Italian. When we weren't shuttered in and went in a few more times, we did see the owner and he spent far less time chatting with us which suited me just fine. I like to see owners coming around, checking in, and moving on which he has done so. So I like to believe that's just how he likes to make his establishment memorable for...

Listen, if we could give 100 stars we would! We are new to Houston and only have 2 more months to be here. I am VERY picky when it comes to Italian food (because it’s my favorite) and I can honestly say, I NOW have something to cry about when we leave. The food here is nothing short of excellence. Every aspect of our experience was stellar. I have never in my life had basil pesto that tasted so fresh. Their bread was the best Italian bread we’ve ever had. My husband kept asking me “ok what about the pasta, is it better than (so and so’s place?) or what about the gelato, or the appetizers? I told him that this was the 1st and only place I’ve ever been to where ALL parts of the meal were well past my expectations. Very well passed. We found out their gelato is made from a native Italian (you can tell because the fruits and flavors are all fresh and burst of flavor in your mouth) and we also found out they grow a lot of their food right next to their restaurant! The staff was outstanding and went above and beyond to make our experience the best it could be. We got to meet the owner which was an honor in of itself, but then learned he was the chef who cooked our meal! Even the smell…EVEN THE SMELL of the restaurant smelled like a true authentic Italian restaurant. We discovered they take extra measures to make sure it smells that way. This family owned restaurant is one for the books and stole our hearts. We left smiling and raving about our experience the whole 25 minute drive. You can’t go wrong eating here! We are so blessed to have found this gem and look forward to going back...

My visit to Lasagna House III on 1960 was a rollercoaster I won’t soon forget. The evening started with promise—my plate of lasagna arrived steaming, rich with layers of cheesy goodness, and I’ll admit, the food was genuinely delicious. Each bite was a comforting hug, the kind that makes you think, “Okay, this place knows what it’s doing.” I was happily digging into my side salad, crisp and fresh, when the unthinkable happened. There, crawling through the lettuce like it was auditioning for a horror flick, was a tiny, very much alive baby roach.

I froze, fork mid-air, half-expecting it to wave at me. My dining companion gasped, and we flagged down the server, trying to keep our cool. To their credit, the staff didn’t miss a beat. Our waiter, wide-eyed and apologetic, whisked the salad away faster than you can say “health code violation” and replaced it with a fresh one in record time. They were polite, clearly embarrassed, and even comped part of the meal, which I appreciated.

But here’s the thing—that little roach was the uninvited guest that crashed the party and left a lasting impression. As I sat there, poking at my new salad with suspicion, I couldn’t shake the image of my crawly friend doing laps in the romaine. The lasagna still tasted great, roaches and all, but my appetite had taken a hit. The staff’s quick response was commendable, but it wasn’t enough to erase the ick factor. Would I go back? Honestly, never. There are too many places to get good Italian without the side of critter. Two stars for the food’s flavor and the staff’s hustle, but that’s where the story...