The stuffed chicken breast Marsala was to die for. My grandson's lasagna filled a teenager, which as we know is a near-impossibility. My wife and other grandson had spaghetti and were equally as stuffed as the chicken breast. The desserts were sinful. We had the chocolate mousse and some spumoni. The waiter was a very nice man who checked on us frequently and I suspect took our pulse as our eyes glazed over at meal's end in blissful satiety. You get the point...a great meal, pricey but well worth it.