Antiques Roadshow was fun, even waiting in line, because we knew what waited for us and the feeling here, at Filippi's, was the same.

It was a Saturday night and, from what I understood, we were quite lucky the line only extended through the door. Usually, one would find themselves in a line going down the sidewalk.

Once inside, there was not a hostess immediately waiting to seat you. Oh no, they don't take names - you want in, you must wait. Wait while you wander through the front door, down the front aisle of the Italian market in front, through to the back where a dark carnivorous restaurant fills rooms upon rooms that never seem to end.

That wonderful "they make good sauce here" smell hits you as you round the turn from the market into that first set of backrooms - just as someone finally takes you to your table.

They have all the authentic Italian dishes here. The place has been here half a century, since 1950, and the menu hasn't changed much. You want pizza, plan on sausage and pepperoni - it doesn't seem they made Hawaiian pizza in the fifties i.e. there's no ham or pineapple on the menu.

They make their own sausage and its supposed to be good, but none of us got it. We got a pizza so I can warn you that it comes with double cheese, automatically. Also, we got the meatball ravioli and the cheese ravioli. The meat was good, but the cheese was the best I have had anywhere. I am not exaggerating either. It was like sweet tasting, just wonderful, really special.

This place is great. One of the best, if not the best Italian restaurant I've ever been in.