Black Friday - no we were not out in the stores, just a fairly quick stop at the post office and dinner. My husbands first choice was out, but that is another post, so we tried Amore Italian Restaurant. A co-worker lives nearby and recommended it - just wait till I see her! Unfortunatly somehow I left the house without my phone so I snagged this picture from their Facebook page which is more of a personal: Amore Rest. They couldn't even spell out restaurant....
It is a closed gas station building, the pumps are still out there, the gas station sign is still up, but that didn't stop us - sometimes places like this are hidden gems.
Not so much the case here. We were the ONLY ones there at almost 5pm on a Friday. The whole time we were there only 3 others came in. And they had rap music playing - really?
The menu was large - yet small. As I recall it was a three-fold menu with maybe 15-20 items on it, your typical Italian fare, pizza, lasagna, marsala, etc. I typically gage an Italian restaurant by either the lasagna or chicken marsala, tonight I got the marsala, which came with choice of salad or soup. I'm afraid to say it was not very good, it - well just wasn't very good. My husband got the eggplant parmesan, he said it wasn't bad but the sauce lacked flavor.
The soup, well - it was potato & cheese soup. Just try and imagine if you took a box of scalloped potatoes from the grocers and turned it into soup that is what this soup was like.
And - well - the breadsticks....well they looked pretty good. Kind of like an Olive Garden breadstick on steroids. I decided to shake some cheese on it, and hm...what do I notice but a hair on the breadstick. I waited until our food came to tell we didn't want the breadsticks, and she was apologetic enough - but I was surprised when she asked how long it was. REALLY - that is what mattered? Not the fact that there was a hair in the first place, just the length. THEN, as we were leaving she stopped us and brought the hairy bread to us and asked me to show her where the hair was...I pointed to it and she said "oh, I can't see it with out my glasses, I thought you might have thought that (pointing to a crack in the bread) was a hair." No, although you were a sweet waitress, I do know the difference between a crack in a breadstick and a hair...and I tried to pull it off to show her and it was stuck to it.
So fellow Ocalans - there are much better choices if you are craving Italian food. The name of the restarurant may mean love in Italian, but you will not love eating at Amore Italian Restaurant.





