I have learned one very important rule about eating Italian food in Arizona: never show up with a tiny appetite. The portions at these restaurants are not playing around.
I have ordered what I thought would be a manageable plate of pasta, only to watch a serving arrive that could comfortably feed me again the next day. Honestly, that is part of the fun.
There is something especially comforting about a table covered with bubbling baked dishes, towering sandwiches, oversized slices, and enough sauce to make every bite feel worth slowing down for…