Stuzzi is the antithesis to the previous night’s gustatory calamity. Instead of being slapped across the face, it slips an arm around your waist and titillates the olfactory senses before sitting down. The warm glow of intuition tells you: “Good choice my son, good choice.” Intoxicating scents drift over from the open kitchen as you soak in the buzzing atmosphere of a young crowd interspersed by families educating their offspring the delights of authentic Italian cuisine.
