Tufano’s is a favorite for a few of our Italian aunts & uncles, so of course we had to go check it out. When we first sat down, we squinted at the chalkboard on the wall which was difficult to read due to a million erasures and the glare of the sun. “No menus?” we asked the waitress. “No menus,” she said. “Sorry.” I appreciate the whole freshness of the constantly updated menu thing, but I like holding a paper menu in my hands and puzzling over it.

Later she overheard me saying I was surprised that we didn’t get any olive oil with the bread and brought some over right away, which is good service, but made me feel like a terrible person.

Question, though: is my mother the only older person annoyed by noisy restaurants? We had a two toddlers and harried-looking young mothers on one side of us and a noisy older party on the other side. And there were lots of middle-aged and older people in the restaurant who didn’t even seem to notice the commotion. Normally I just roll my eyes when my mother complains about noise, but in this case, she was right. I couldn’t really hear the person across from me and kept shouting, “Sorry, what?” at my mom. But once we got our food, we all stopped talking anyway. It was delicious.

Don’t forget to bring a fat wallet, because they only take cash.

Nothing special, just family dining at it’s best. From the Tufanos special salad to the lemon chicken. Everything I’ve had there has become my favorite. It’s a family place to be sure, you feel like family when you’re there. My kids love this place (and the bread)