Description
You can recite the menu from our collective Italian-American memory: the tangled network of spaghetti (served all-you-can-eat on Wednesday for a preposterous $4.95); the subs with enough girth to knock a baseball out of Angels Stadium; the garlic bread buttered until it’s nearly sopping but still crispy; parmigiana of the veal, chicken and eggplant varieties that crunch like a chicken-fried steak. About the fanciest thing here are the baby clams with linguini, tart bivalves that nevertheless lose their subtlety under a mountain of yummy linguini. Pizza D’Oro isn’t looking for foodie buzz so much as to fill you for the next three days.
