Review
So how we doin? Listen up, believe it or not there are times when ole’ Fat Joe is as lonely as the next guy. Even wit my winning personality, IROC Z, and assortment of gold chains that would make Mr.T jealous. There are times where even booze and broads are not gonna get me back into the game. So how better to cope wit a bit of depression on Christmas Eve than eatin enough food for a small army. So that’s exactly wat I did at this spot on South street Core de Roma or so I am told by some punk the “heart of Rome”. I tried to check da website of dis place and it has been under construction longer then the schuylkill expressway. As my belly crosses the threshold of dis joint I can see right from the get go they were a lot busier then they thought they were going to be. Little did they know that after waitin on me for the next few hours they were gonna be a lot busier than a couple of punks on two street durin mischief night. The old man seats me and man I could barely get my husky size jeans wedged into this seat in a cawna. Lets face it, when I finally get enough nerve to drop a dollar or a two, its gonna be when I am at my hungriest and right away I couldn’t get no bread or nuttin. Again, the ole man had to step in and give me some bread and by time I realized dis joint had no oil on the table he was gone. I tried to get the busboy’s attention but he ignored me like the lady who needs to refill the crab legs at a Chinese buffet. When he finally got to the most important guest in da house he just poured that shit into my dish like he was rationing that shit like we were on some deserted island. Needless to say, deez guys weren’t off to a good start. Now, I had been on a day load most of the afternoon so I wanted to continue my buzz into da evening. When dis waiter got a second to come to my table he wanted to know what I wanted to order I replied “Yo cuz, you gonna show me a wine list, or am I gonna have to split your face?” Seconds later I had a wine list in my hand and a couple of appetizers enroute to my belly. Da holiday menu had da seven fishes on it, but I am not a big fan of fish after three days and nights of strip clubs and dewers on the rocks. So I went wit da beef carpaccio and some mushrooms. Let me tell you dis food was pretty damn good, and after a while I was glad I slipped out of my mother’s house when she wasn’t lookin. I ordered two entrees one was a pasta dish and another was a chicken dish and letmetellyasumtin this grub was top notch, besides the fact I couldn’t get a glass of water or a refill on my vino. The bottom line wit dis joint is the food is outstanding, I almost wanted to go into the kitchen and shake the chef’s hand, but if that would have happened my night would have been over and we all know what its like to spend Christmas in the round house. The service here was the worst, I mean I could understand that these guys where busy, but my douchebag waiter and manager was outside smoking cigarettes on my feeding time. Maybe I caught it on the wrong night, I proally didn’t, the service really keeps dis spot from gettin the wife beater award.
Core de Roma is about on the same page as most of the other restaurants in South Street area. They ain't gonna break your pocket unless you eat enough for two like me.
I don’t know how many times I got to say this but its been said over and over. South street parking straight up sucks at certain times, especially during a large event at the TLA or some shit. Take a cab or be prepared to pay, the street parking situation is tight even for an IROC.
