I have been visiting this particular restaurant on Stanley Street, in Liverpool city centre, since I was about 11 or 12 years old. I was first taken there, also as a treat, by my sister La Serenissima, and in my teens and twenties I dined there at least once a week.
It may not be the world's greatest Italian restaurant, in fact I know it isn't, but I still love to visit the Casa (as it is known locally) when I am home. The waiters are, and always have been, Italian. And although it hasn't been on the menu for years they will still whip up a pizza Casalinga for me, my favourite, on request.