Imagine Mom's eat-in kitchen. Modestly decorated little Italian place with kitschy wire sculptures and family photos on the dining room walls. Strip-mall casual atmosphere, with a few tables out on the sidewalk. Your friends from the old neighborhood, all grown up but still sitting on the stoop.
Nobody cares here.
Pina makes everything from scratch, to order. Huge, puffy pizza. Pastas that float in pretty, chunky sauces. Expensive ingredients, used generously. Salads with roasted peppers, crisp bits of fresh garlic, superb balsamic vinegar.