It’s tucked in a corner of Village Market for a reason. I don’t know the reason, and neither will you. But it’s intimate. It’s like getting into Little Italy, of sorts. Little Italy without many Italians, albeit.
And because I’m a child at heart, because I can’t seem to grow up to my full adult potential, I absolutely love that their tables are covered with checked tablecloths. It feels like we are all playing house all over again, and Taffy, my childhood crush, won’t reject me this time.
