The glowing neon sign outside reads Ristorante, but the interior of the place
looks more like a bar, a dark, dingy little bar hidden along a back street in 
South Philly. Inside are a dozen stools lined up along the plastic-paneled face 
of the bar, and a dozen small round tables sit draped in stained linen, each 
with two chairs apiece. Opera music carries out from some room in the back.