Monday, March 30, 2009

Parma Restaurant

What passes for Italian food in this country is usually cheaply made slop too heavy for anyone with a waist size smaller than my own (and if you know me you know mine is none too small). There are some spectacular exceptions to this rule right here in Las Vegas, but I still prefer one, back in my hometown of Fresno, called Parma. This authentic little place has yet to disappoint, and I'll keep going back until it does.

No restaurant is perfect. A few come very close, but even the best make mistakes. At Parma, almost everything I have sampled has been at least delicious and sometimes nearly divine. On my most recent visit the gnocchi was a little over done, but still tasty. Another place I believe them to be lacking is in the service department. This is not a knock on the servers they have or the management, as the servers they have all do an excellent job, and the owner is rarely, if ever, absent and always a joy to converse with. I simply believe that the service would be improved by one more order taking body.

In case you hadn't noticed, I have very little to complain about when it comes to Parma. From the antipasti platter, to the house made pasta, and finally to the house made desserts, everything here exhibits the passion of the entire Parma Restaurant family. And you will always feel like part of that family when you step inside this cozy place in my home town.

Brian William Waddell is a foodie, beer geek, and author. His numerous blog posts range from food to politics. He also has a book of poetry, Fractured Prose, available here, and is ready to publish his second poetic endeavor.

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