The siblings and I were on the hunt for some good Italian one evening. Not knock-off, high-end fancy Italian that you’d take someone for on a date. The stuff you’d find in a brick corner, which you’d stab your fork into it and claim it’s the “Closest thing to one in New Jersey.”
We ran across Johnny Brusco’s during that search. I can safely say this place comes fairly close.
I did heresy and not try a pizza, opting for chicken alfredo instead. To my surprise it was plated pretty well, the chicken had seasoning and the garlic bread actually went with the dish.
A far cry from sad, lame pasta from Pizza Hut.
Ambience was important too. It wasn’t stiff or formal, nor was it a dump. Sports oriented yes, but cozy in an interesting way. I felt it was something off a busy street, that you could hide away for a short bit.
I’m leaving this fantastic place for you to check out below. You won’t regret it.