The Italian Village is a Chicago dining institution. Its one of the last vestiges of ethnic european dining left in the midwest. Impeccable and sensitive service, rich and savory italian classics like chicken marsala and pasta with clam sauce are second to none in the city. If you believe this, you are exactly the kind of gullible out of town chump Italian village is looking for. Tourism is good for the city but not if it lowers the standards of a venerable cultural icon. Friendly professional greeters give way to bartenders too long in the tooth to realize that a jaded and stilted attitude given to those who require a bit more attention may not get you a tip. If you can survive the wait at the bar, you are in for a treat. For parties of 4 or more you will be navigated to your table as you bask in the festive air that is the main room. Enjoy. Enjoy the stale and tasteless bread sticks and bread that says, ""Good evening, eat and then get out""! For parties of 2 or less, you may be in for a special treat. You and your guest have the privilege of being shoehorned into the Opera room, an eleven by fifteen foot room packed with 7 tables, right next to the busy and dare I say soiled kitchen staff busily at work. The room is so small and remote from the rest of the restaurant that you feel like you are in a different building. You're better off at corner bakery. At least the bread there is warm.
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