bada bing!. this is the real thing. way off the strip, this little gem is far and away one of the best italian restaurants i've had the pleasure of trying in my 50+ trips to vegas. i kept expecting frank, dean, sammy and joey to walk in any minute. in fact, the crooner, last name bugati, sounded just like frankie. no kidding. after drooling over the extensive menu for awhile, i chose the osso buco, and folks let me tell you, it was simply orgasmic. no kidding. the veal just fell off the bone and the deep hearty flavor of the soup was divine. something i've rarely found is that it was topped with a delicious gremolata, which is chopped garlic, parsley and lemon zest. my dining partner (who kept kicking me so i'd quiet my moaning) had the steak fiorentine, and he actually let me have a bite. perfect. just perfect. from the bread and salad, to the fabulous remy xo cognac, i was in heaven, sicilian style.