flavored--think chicken francese–and the veal
was covered in an off-the-charts marinara
sauce. And the shrimp, served in a very thin,
pink buttery sauce loaded with garlic and
shallots, couldn't be any more succulent.
The perfect ending to this two-hour,
marathon meal? You've got to go cannoli
(although we also sampled the cheese cake
and tartufo). A hand-written receipt--you may
have a better chance of decoding a doctor's
prescription pad--and a handshake from our
man John sealed the deal.
"I kept everything the way it was," DeLuca
said. "I've got my son in the front and a nephew
that's cooking. It's still family orientated and
that's the way I'm hoping it's going to stay."
