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For lefties like me, let the waiter know, and they will bring out silverware that’s angled specifically for us.

No strolling waiters in ponchos placing sombreros on unsuspecting diners, no fake mustaches.

The saganaki, set aflame tableside by the waiter, makes for an unforgettable appetizer — and the menu only gets better from there.

It’s why Tino indulged every customer, both nasty and agreeable, while working his college summers as a bus boy and waiter at Bella Notte, the family restaurant in Pittsburgh known for its shredded pepperoni pizzas.

And the waiters know him by name, so when he walks in, they go, “Matt!”