Oh, man, I used to go to this place all the time back in Corsicana. Dirt cheap Italian food and ridiculously oversized bread all served up by a man named Ficho who loved faux brick wall paper and apparently had one hell of a cocaine habit. Maybe that's why the place eventually closed and then re-opened as "Italian Villa" (way to scrape the "ge" off the sign, folks) with a completely different owner, chef and menu that paled in comparison. R.I.P. Italian Village, I still think about you every now and then.
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