Some restaurants linger in your mind long after the check is paid, and in Ohio, this Italian spot did exactly that to me.
I went in expecting a pleasant dinner and walked out mentally ranking every bruschetta I have ever eaten, because once you taste bread that crisp and tomatoes that bright, you start questioning your entire appetizer history.
There is something wildly comforting about a place where pasta smells like it was made with intention, dessert demands your attention, and live jazz drifts through the room like it belongs there…