I had the eggplant parmigiana, which isn't really worth having. It's more like a gooey egplant lasagna, with all the flavor somehow baked out of it. In front of me on the wall is a mural of what appears to be a Venetian carnival.

The tablecloths are striped pink and white. I was given a white chocolate-covered walnut with my espresso, which was nice. The sugar is powdered in a maroon tube. It's likely that everyone here is a tourist. Every few minutes the floor rumbles with trains passing underneath.