At Italian Red Sauce it's all about family. Black-and-white stills of the families of those running the 200-seat eatery, who hail from Napoli, are the first thing you see upon entering.
Family also follows you when you take a seat in the dining room, which has been laid out to recreate the feeling of dining alfresco in Little Italy. Fake storefronts are named for members of owner Al Ceperano's family. There's a Cep's Olive Oil Co. and Raffa's Italian Bread.
Family is also on the menu -- family style, to be specific. Next to litany of Italian-American classics are two prices, one for an individual portion and a heftier sum for a shared plate. The single portions, however, were as generous as what you might find in any Italian household. The veal parmigiana, for example, came on a massive platter with three thick pieces of veal, fried and topped with mozzarella cheese, the restaurant's namesake red sauce and a portion of spaghetti that could fuel any marathon runner.
All the pastries here are made in house. When we tried to order one our server, who spoke with a thick Italian accent and never let our drink glasses empty, encouraged us to walk over to the dessert display embedded in a red-brick storefront so that we got the "real experience." Breads are also made in house, but we found the slices served at the beginning of each meal to be too dense without that crackly crust. House made pasta, however, was a delight in all of the forms we sampled.