Two Guys From Italy

As for the name of this restaurant...F that.
As for the rest, it's a little out of my particular way (on Webb Chapel and 635) but it's a prime date spot for the local high schoolers, so that's fun. Whereas Dallas guys take their prom dates to 2 guys from Italy, my prom dates were 2 guys from...no? already saw that one coming? well, SCREW YOU!
I guess it's sort of romantic in a painfully obvious way. In a two-people-sharing-one-booth sort of way. In a let-me-buy-you-a-twelve-dollar-bottle-of-white-wine,baby kind of a way. The ceiling is covered in what I presumed to be fake grape vines? but I suppose they could just as easily be fake bouganvillea? fake ivy? what the hell is that crap and just what about Italy is it supposed to represent? Do Italian people really feel more at home with empty wine bottles and grape vines over their heads? Is Italy primarily a dense jungle region? (I'd like you to note that I refrained from using the word "jungly" there out of pure respect for my readers.)
Apart from the atmosphere, which was bland at best, the food was all right. Gnocchi in orangey sauce and Dr. Pepper with those little crushed ice pieces. Mmmm. If french fries came with it, I'd be in heaven. Or some strange blend of several European countries. Same thing.