We ended up finally trying this place, secreted away in a strip mall on Claremont Mesa Blvd., because it doesn't have any windows. This might seem like a weird reason to pick a restaurant, so allow me to explain.
IT WAS HORRENDOUSLY FUCKING HOT THAT DAY.
We didn't want to risk a place that did not have A/C, so we decided to go to The Godfather because surely a restaurant with no windows must have on-point A/C.
The decor is reminiscent of every Italian restaurant I went to with my parents in the early 90s. It is a very consistent genre (see also: Baci Ristorante). However, we have the added Coppola theme here. A velvet painting of The Don watches over the main dining room.
We were seated in one of the booths along the side of the restaurant. That is definitely a plus. I love a good booth and I love to be seated somewhere a bit secluded. Is it so that I can shove food in my mouth gracelessly with impunity? Probably. Or maybe it's to avoid HIT MEN (ahaha Godfather joke! AMIRITE?!) In any case, I was happy with our spot. That was, until they came over, said they had given us the wrong table, and made us move over a spot. Normally this would only be a mild inconvenience, but Jason had thrown out his back at the gym earlier. He was his typical sweet self about it, but I could see him wincing.
(Nobody causes pain to my husband! Nobody! I guess you could say our family loyalty is positively Corleonesque. <- ahahah that's another Godfather joke! Hope you're ready for more of those, because that's what you're gonna get.)
In any case, he got over it and managed to crack a smile and enjoy the rest of his dinner. Because of my peerless Jason-reading ability, I can still see the back pain in his eyes.
But I digress. The booths themselves were quite nice and semi-private. They featured fake grapes, which are always kitschy fun. Each booth also had it's own movie photo display. Ours was of the men of the Corleone family.
This is included for free with your meal. It's a very generous portion and tastes OK. Oddly about half of them were hot, like burn-your-mouth steaming hot, and the other half were cold. Since it was free, I'm not trippin' about it. Also free: your choice of soup or salad.
Salad with Bleu Cheese Dressing
This salad was as under-dressed as most of the patrons at the restaurant. By this I mean, FLIP FLOPS ARE NOT OK AT NICE-ISH RESTAURANTS, YOU SLOBS. And also this salad needed more dressing.
Lobster Ravioli with Rossini Sauce
This was a special and the waiter recommended it over the other ravioli on the menu, Portabello mushroom. It wasn't bad, in the way that creamy sauce is basically always going to be good. However, I think I have been spoiled by the fresh pasta at some of the other restaurants we frequent. These tasted like I could have made them myself with a bag from the grocery store. I have grocery store ravioli all the time actually, and it's good, but I expect a little better from culinary professionals who are not lazy office workers that just want a fast and delicious meal.
Lasagna al Forno
On the other hand, Jason had this and he absolutely loved it. I had a bite and it indeed tasted very fresh and well-balanced.
Despite his crippling back pain (seen again below with that telltale eye wince as he waits for the valet), Jason enjoyed his meal overall. Me? Not so much. However, I can finally put my fascination to rest as to what kind of Italian place sits in a strip mall in Kearny Mesa. (And, you are probably not wondering, WAS the A/C on-point? No. It wasn't. They had it running, but there was still sweating happening.)
Verdict: Has its good points, but doesn't make you an offer you can't refuse (Aahhahahaha. I'm the worst. Sorry.)
The Godfather Restaurant
7878 Clairemont Mesa Blvd.
San Diego, CA 92111