![]() ![]() I was just here last night, and I already can’t way to go back. A bit pricey for the area like others have said, the quality of the food makes it worth it. There were a lot of larger parties in there and it seemed like there were only 2 waitresses working which didn’t seem like enough. Delicious! I had to ask twice for a glass of water and my friend had asked for a refill on her drink half way through the meal and never got it. ![]() It was warm and served with ice cream and whipped cream. There was this cream cheese topping that was to die for. We ordered the brownie sundae for dessert and I was totally blown away with how good it was. The tomato cream sauce on the penne was awesome. The tomato soup that came as a starter was one of the best I’ve had. The chicken parm was good, not the best I have ever had, but good. Now onto the food… I ordered the chicken parm and asked for the tomato cream sauce on the penne pasta. ![]() We initially asked for another minute to look over the menu since neither of us had been there before and after 45 minutes we had to ask the owner to send our waitress back over so that we could order. Our waitress just seem preoccupied with tables other than ours. My friend and I were not in a hurry, but the entire dinner took 2+ hours. Hopefully next time we will have a little better service. I had read a lot of other reviews on here and knew the service was going to be hit or miss. I ate here last night and will return because the food was fantastic, but our waitress on the other hand wasn’t really that great. –She earned the biggest star of the night although, my brother might say she tied with the GF fried chicken. If all wait staff at every restaurant could be that fantastic, we’d all be very lucky people indeed. She was exceptionally helpful very knowledgeable of the gluten free menu very patient with our table’s questions and stayed on top of our table’s needs without being overbearing, all while delivering comedic comments. I liked Wendy’s attitude and humor so much that I’d like to take her to lunch just to keep listening to her speak. Wendy might be my favorite waitress I’ve ever had. I still liked it enough to steal an occasional bite from his plate though, but should I order polenta from there, I will be sure to ask them to only add half of their usual amount of sauce. –When it came out, I couldn’t even tell what he’d ordered. His also came with polenta, which was completely swimming in sauce and just not visually appealing to me. My husband really liked his spinach and feta stuffed chicken breast. Not bad, but nobody would propose over it. Theirs was too sweet and just not meaty enough with the very fine ground meat. Good enough to elicit a marriage proposal I’m told. –Close enough that I could have sworn she was back in their kitchen! My own red sauce only has enough sugar to cut the acid and full of sausage and short ribs. Meat sauce was made of very fine ground meat, definitely had a fair amount of sugar added to it and very reminiscent of my grandma’s cooking. They were not melt-in-your-mouth fluffy, like they should be. Gnocchi was slightly gummy and a little too dense. Would have preferred gnocchi with cream sauce but after having eaten a doughnut the day before, red sauce it was. He also was served GF bread and as GF breads go, he really liked his. His very first fried chicken since being diagnosed 2 yrs ago. Why would we come back for what I consider to be «A-ok» food that also happens to be 5 miles from my neighborhood? Because my celiac brother was able to eat a heaping plate of gluten free fried chicken. All together and Traverso’s get’s a 3-star from me. The fact that it is a family owned business is a 5-star. The gluten free food my brother ate 3-stars and Wendy our waitress earned a 5-star. ) I give the food my husband and I ate 3-stars. Am I rating it on real Italian (that I’ve eaten here and in Italy) or am I rating it on «American Italian»? This review is strictly «American Italian» their food was so Americanized, they should just call it «American» and be done with it. ) Judging Italian restaurants is tough for me. Sadly however, I grew up with a mother who cooked eggs in the microwave, so this was not even the «Italian» I was served at home growing up. Food served, much like I imagine my mom would have made, had she have known how to cook. It felt like a very homey environment though. Decent food for what it was, but not Italian in the real sense. –before the US as a whole became more internationally traveled. This «Italian» is much like the kind I grew up with. ![]()
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