Glandma Nitti's

Fifteen years ago Nitti's was a hole-in-the-wall diner on the other side of Xin Sheng Rd. It used to be a bottomless cup of hangover salvation. Now it's just a bottomless pit of depressing loneliness. The only way to cope is to bring a book or steal one of theirs. Even with a full menu, pregnant with veggie opportunities, all of my meals feel like some crucial ingredients were aborted somewhere on the prep line.

There are just too many other options these days to keep returning to the inflated glands of Grandma Nitti's infected business model.

It's going to be an overpriced meal and the ambience will reek of a Luby's cafeteria. The final cherry on top of this 80-year old virgin is the impotent attempt to provide a foreign atmosphere with ICRT's smooth rock from Michael Bolton, Dick Marx, and Kansas. I can think of no better mix to this waffling leathery G-spot than the sappy Kenny-G sax solo someone put in heavy rotation.

Many books to steal. Nobody's watching.

Grandma Nitti's Kitchen
No. 8, Lane 93, Shita Rd.
(02) 2369-9751
NT$200-300