There's still red cordial, spag bol, schnitzels aplenty, and it's all still good
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There ain’t nothing fancy about No Names but that’s just how the regulars like it. Take the stairs via the seedy back alley entrance and you’ll find yourself ejected into a starkly lit dining room packed tight with chipped Laminex tables. The standard menu hasn’t changed in decades, chalked up on a blackboard by the kitchen. Specials are scrawled in messy handwriting at the bottom. For the most part it’s rustic Italian, and by rustic we mean kick ass servings a growing teenage boy would struggle to get through, slapped onto original 1970s Corningware. A mountain of spaghetti will set you back $10, and sure, the bolognese sauce is a little on the greasy side but a good sprinkling of parmesan and an extra wedge of butter will simply make it that much better. The schnitzel comes in veal or chicken and is deep fried to a heart-clogging shade of dark brown. Get one piece for $13, two for $14 or add a side of spaghetti for an $18 combo. Free baskets of soft and fresh Italian bread and bowls of crisp iceberg lettuce with dressing are the sweetener here. The big tub of red cordial on the counter is free and unlimited for customers too. Bueno.