Pasta Mia

Long lines, stiff waitstaff, crowded conditions, perfect pasta. This is the price of good, cheap Italian, friends. But that’s OK. Sip your red, twirl one of 20-some types of flour/semolina/gram perfection and try not to break into operatic praise. It gets crowded inside, so this may not be the best place for romantic candlelight and Chianti, although it is grand for big groups and gregariousness. By the way, we mean it when we say ‘long lines’ – there’s no reservations here, and if you’re coming for dinner on a weekend night, you’ll want to arrive early. If you’re in a big group, they won’t seat you until everyone’s arrived.