Review of Presto Pasta store, 5722 Telephone Road Ventura, CA 93003

I like the fork icon!
It reminds me of the big "FORK" at Topper's!
Esto es la ciudad del tenedor, con el romance de salsa.
(Fooled you!  That's Spanish!)

This is from Yelp, thanks to Yelp member Vivian N.
The member thinks the wine taste is too strong.
Me?  Sore kara, es taco.
I'm personally a sweet tooth that needs a shove.

Review of Presto Pasta store, 5722 Telephone Road  Ventura, CA  93003

I often take buses to and from here, finding colas and desserts in this cubed room along a plaza of sandwich huts and American tastes.  Just picture a compact building with home sweet home hanging frames of Ventura’s beach pier and a mascot parrot’s favorite words, convenient with tables of homely sizes and a Coca-Cola Freestyle machine.  There are over a hundred drink flavors to sink your teeth into.  Raspberry Vinaigrette revolves around salad sweetness, leaving a bowl that cries so much sweetness over myself that I can’t get rid of the plate.  The hot marinara flavored Chicken Sub places its honor with its slanted meat under melted mozzarella, plus the grinded white (maybe Parmesan?) cheese is optional and fulfilling for this dish that’s scrumptious, warm, juicy, and delicious.  “Bevi vino, prosecco!” says a drawn lady over a chalkboard, that which lists some of the good portions of alcohol that laughing Italians come here for with smiles and promises of kisses.  Of course, in general, cheese needs to rest, and steam can be like a new breeze from the steaming sausage submarines, but I think there should be good fortunes for Fudge Nut Brownies and liberating choices of personal sizes.  You can relish a treat from the Cheesecake Factory and taste angel hair, listen to male opera songs in an ambiance of compassionate talks and outside smoke, get something from the Greek spring while drinking the soups of back kitchens; a few extra brownies over the grand Pomodoro slices, understand the heavy endurance of sweet mixing vinaigrettes and the boldness of Kalamata olives, making your favorites some combinations with pine nuts over Pesto Pizza, mild garlic bread, dozens of colas with considerative lemons.  Chicken Parmigiana can be so chewy, dry and wet, with a hot plate of your choice of pasta, delicate, juicy, with resting cheese and the possibilities of combos and stark colors.  You can talk about white shrimp with white pasta or red shrimp with red pasta, and your table’s salt shaker can be useful.  I just go with Lemon Coke Zero and add to it more lemon slices, see the Otis Spunkmeyer oven behind the cashier while opening a napkin of clean, brisk utensils.  My words are free, but reality is a train.  I can only open a door to make up my mind, or else I please at four corners, thinking of comfort with Shrimp Scampi or Shrimp Parmigiana.  Has the Presto Pasta business ever thought of seafood or Ladyface?  A bit of vanilla can go a long way for a cola, but I’m thinking of bigger glasses or delicious cookies on demand.  With catering, employees here just provide huge amounts of flashing packages for customers who eventually end their stay, leaving the environment open like a sparkling glass.  “Kill a watt, turn off the lights and save energy!”  On my road to this restaurant, I go away from the gardens of Cornucopia and bend my thoughts with better emotions, stopping by the Hill Street Café for a free bus to Ventura’s fair on a particular occasion, coming to Presto Pasta with memories of Dinosaur Fries and petting a black lamb.  Jersey Mike’s restaurant nearby gives Tastykakes for money, but doesn’t give dishes that are as delicate; plus, they often borrow ingredients from other companies for their meals.  Hot sauce, anyone?  Presto Pasta does a great deal of ingredient borrowing, but the dishes are more delicate because the cooks are more busy and in tune with orders; besides, there’s something provocative and magical when a Presto Pasta server comes to your table with an offer to grind some cheese over salad and pasta dishes, even pizza!  $6-dollar lunches keep up with the odds of customers showing compassion, and the building is styled for Ventura’s culture somewhat while the Coca-Cola Freestyle machine is big and red with its noble names in cursive.  So many dressings add various kinds of freshness to salads, and I can return home later with the smell of novelty pinecones and frugal firelogs while thinking of Caesar’s proclamations over land that fits its spill with storms, armies, forgotten gates and passing times.   

This place isn't so much a giant as it is condensed architecture.
"Sushi-san wa?  No."
I feel like appealing to the masses.
There's a nice sleek booth down the middle, but I'm itchy and scratchy.
There's nothing like teas by the golden peaks!

Here, you can see the little bits of shredded cheese.
So, what's to grind with more to shred?
I think cheese needs to rest for a while, and then I eat it.
It's practically like queso firmado.
Don't forget the toast, Jovany!

Lemon Coke Zero with even more lemons!
It's quite a brisk bubble.
Time to break the ice and steal that flavor!
So many flavors!  You can have Raspberry Diet Coke!

"Kill a watt."
Okay, I surrender!