Your grandmother’s secret sauce recipe just called from St. Paul’s Payne Avenue, and it wants to know why you haven’t visited Yarusso Bros Italian Restaurant yet.
This isn’t just another Italian joint trying to convince you their marinara is special because someone’s nonna stirred it with a wooden spoon blessed by the Pope.
No, this is the real deal, the kind of place where the spaghetti and meatballs could make a grown person weep tears of pure garlic-infused joy.
You know how every neighborhood has that one restaurant where three generations of the same family show up for Sunday dinner?…