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The king of the Little
(sh)Italy rip-offs. The food and decor at Puglia are just plain uglia.
All bad puns aside, this place has absolutely nothing to offer, other
than enough space to fit a busload of rowdy children. The "house"
wine actually comes from a box, and the waiters have no qualms about
leaving the kitchen door open so you can see yourself getting ripped
off while the little man in the back funnels the fortified Welch's
from the box into unwashed bottles, using his thumb as a stopper.
They are nice enough to add extra protein to their antipasti, throwing
in the dead flies for free. . . . and then you get the bill. $35 for
horrible thumb-tasting wine, dead flies and a chicken parmesan that
would make Mr. Stouffer laugh. Oh, did we mention the Puerto Rican
DX-7 player who serenades the cafeteria-like room with Yankee Stadium's
greatest hits, including CHARGE!, Take Me Out to the Ballgame
and The Macarena? Scary. [MF]
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