The weather changed after we got home from Chung-Yo. Before we went shopping there at Jason's we had lunch at a place called "Little Italy" on an authenticity scale, I'd give it a '7.' The pizza cheese was too creamy, the plum tomatoes too sweet, the crust too airy. The 'minestrone' soup had those tough dried black Chinese mushrooms in it and a layer of cheap oil sitting on top. The 'Italian Bread' was airy, too. The garlic butter was artificial and airy, too. Leona's black seafood squid noodles was good; she liked it, especially the fresh seafood in it. She didn't like the oil they mixed the pesto with. The decor was not bad but the artificial brick curved seller ceiling was too new-looking and the lighting was too dark. The funny thing is that they kept all the two-liter Marsala bottles they emptied on their chicken Marsala, filled them with colored water and used them for decorations. I counted 52 such bottles, none of which had wine or were for sale. Ironically, I brought 1/3 of a thermos full of leftover Marsala from Brooklyn when I returned from the flood. Lunch was about $40us.
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