went here for dinner last night w/another couple who had been here before and really liked it. it's not a fancy place AT ALL but is a little cuter inside than the strip mall exterior would have you think. well, first thing, my chair is rocking when I sit down and feels like it's going to fall to pieces underneath me. the waitress sees me switching it and came over and grabbed the chair and touched it and basically said there was nothing wrong w/it, implying that it's all me. Uh, OK. Then I go to order and ask her about the size of the salads. She said they were pretty small, so I decide to order a salad and an appetizer portion of the calamari in red sauce. She acts like this is the first time she has ever encountered anyone ordering like this and says Oh we can't serve that as an entree. And I'm like OK, well bring it in whatever order you can. I thought she was going to refuse to serve me! Well, the beet salad was yummy and the calamari was tender, and the sauce tasty and well-seasoned (fra diavalo, with a good amount of kick, not to mention garlic). But, as she is bringing the salad, a dinner companion says to me That salad isnt so small... And I agree that it looks good. The waitress says something cranky and rude about how she thinks it's small and then adds Well, I guess you're just not Italian. It was all I could do to not get up and follow her to give her a piece of my mind! Not Italian. Like my gramma didnt handmake her own pasta in one of those crank machines you clamp onto the side of the kitchen table! So the food was pretty good for a little place like this, but I don't think I'd suffer this waitress again. She did a pretty good job of trying to ruin my dinner experience.