Caffe Oliva

On a recent trip to Ohio Street Beach, we met a few friends at Caffe Oliva for a late lunch before a round of beach football-during which I unfortunately jammed my finger. We had been to the Caffe before, however, our previous visit did not take almost three hours. Thirty minutes in we received our first round; thirty minutes later another beer; an additional half hour brought our food…you catch my drift. It was almost painful and it led to a very descriptive, and hilarious, definition of getting ‘hangry’ (hungry + angry = me). Despite the slow service, we enjoyed our food and the view of the lake during lunch. Advice, eat before the beach.