This once-solid staple of Beaverton dining is hanging onto past glories, but is on the downward spiral toward ""mall food"". Refusing to let go myself, I keep going back in vain. You can only hope that the dated, plain decor belies hidden gems coming from the kitchen. Or that maybe there's a table of ""distinguished Italian gentlemen"" dining in the back who know something you don't. It's neither. The pizza, not deep-dish mind you, is bready, and good luck searching for cheese or sauce. While the sauce shows hope, I can only assume the mushy pasta is coming from a steam tray. Boxed wine and iceberg lettuce salads just complete the picture show you that Giovanni's has given up. The one culinary redemption is a homemade chicken soup that you'll cry for when you have a cold. Otherwise, head to Sbarro's.
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