Umberto's.
Like, really. I mean seriously, people. Umberto's.
Or, as the location closest to us is officially called, Umberto's of Long Island Restaurant and Pizza.
Or, to put it where it belongs in an old fashioned SAT analogy question (if you took the test after 2005, you may need a tutor to understand this ... and if you never visited us in Chicago when we took advantage of our favorite take out place, then you may not even get the reference anyway): Umbertos:SoFlo::Paninos:Chicago.
Or, as pictorially represented in the image accompanying this post: the place from where this feast of Italian sausage and peppers with a side of spaghetti, garlic onion roasted chicken wings, fried zucchini planks and a whole big bag of wet garlic rolls was ordered.
Admittedly, we've only ever had this delivered on nights when we're drinking, so there's a slight chance that alcohol is influencing our experience, but we are now 3 for 3 -- and the food arrives hot and tasty with oh so much home-cooked flavor that it's the kind of meal we eat and look at each other and say, "is this really as good as it tastes" while we moan and grunt and lick our fingers in pleasure as if we were Dionysus at an Umberto's catered bacchanalia (without the wild and crazy sex stuff).
On a day like today when one needs a distraction from the news of the world AND with yet another "season of gratitude" starting up next Thursday, I'm just gonna block out everything else and focus on some Umberto's to get me ready for a spell of being thankful for all kinds of things.
WE'VE YET TO FIND ANYTHING WRONG WITH UMBERTO'S!:
http://www.umbertosfl.com/
REMEMBER THE SAT ANALOGIES?:
https://www.nytimes.com/2005/03/13/opinion/an-sat-without-analogies-is-like-a-a-confused-citizenry.html
SO MAYBE THEY WERE TOO BUSY AT THE PARTY TO EAT ...:
https://www.thoughtco.com/bacchus-roman-god-2562627
