The food was great, and Laura even waited on us and checked in periodically to make sure everything was ok. However there were points when we felt as though we were in someone else's living room. This will either turn you on or off. Rather chintzy decor reminiscent of my aunt's town house on Staten Island--the heavy velvet curtains and gilded frames. Only thing missing was a pic of the Pope kissing Joe Dimaggio.
The scowls from other diners were lame: Windsor Terrace is a nightmare for people who aren't into tricking out their McClaren strollers or organizing sing a longs for their pugs.
If you want a hug and a kiss on the cheek from a woman who doesn't know you, why not go to your Aunt's house in Elizabeth? It also appears as though they go through one delivery person per week. Maybe not a good sign?
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