We spent our last day on the east coast in Boston. We drove down from Portland and wanted to stop in Little Italy before heading to our hotel and returning our rental car. First of all, trying to drive in Little Italy is a nightmare. The streets are one way, narrow and only for residents. We parked in a parking garage a couple blocks from the neighborhood and found our way to Regina Pizzeria, a Boston restaurant since 1926. We walked in, were not acknowledged by anyone who worked there, snagged an open table and twiddled our thumbs for 10 minutes before my husband snagged someone and asked if we could get a waitress. He flagged down a very Boston and Italian man who we assumed was the owner. He asked, “what’s the matter?” before offering to take our order himself. A woman who was supposedly our waitress plopped our pizza down on our table when it was ready and walked away. We had the Meatball Pomodoro Fresco pizza with marinated tomatoes, Regina meatballs, mozzarella, romano, parmesan cheese, Regina’s garlic sauce and fresh basil. The pizza was delicious – they definitely know what they’re doing. We paid our bill and left with just as much acknowledgement as when we came in. I was left thinking, for a restaurant that’s been in business since 1926, shouldn’t they have better customer service?
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