Eat at your own risk.
Every restaurant you go to has two faces, the one YOU see, and the real one. When you work at a restaurant, you get a rare glimpse behind the counter to see what really lurks in the back room.
What lurks in the back room at Nicolletti's?
Rats, week-old sticky traps with all manners of vermin writhing to escape, insects in the pizza dough (Not kidding), and a manager who brings floozies into the restaurant late at night to fornicate with on the cutting table.
It's a sanitation train wreck, and the worst job I've ever had, which is why I've chosen to sell them out to the fine residents of St. Mary's County.
For great justice and for your own health, don't eat at Nicolletti's.
Every restaurant you go to has two faces, the one YOU see, and the real one. When you work at a restaurant, you get a rare glimpse behind the counter to see what really lurks in the back room.
What lurks in the back room at Nicolletti's?
Rats, week-old sticky traps with all manners of vermin writhing to escape, insects in the pizza dough (Not kidding), and a manager who brings floozies into the restaurant late at night to fornicate with on the cutting table.
It's a sanitation train wreck, and the worst job I've ever had, which is why I've chosen to sell them out to the fine residents of St. Mary's County.
For great justice and for your own health, don't eat at Nicolletti's.