By Bill Clapper

Strolling into Sorentos Italian Gourmet along Marlboro's lively main business district, we knew we were in a special place.

The furnishings and décor spoke of old world charm — or at least what we state-side bound-Americans envision as an Italian restaurant in Italy. Our waiter, dressed in all-black, greeted us and took our orders in a soft, almost reverential voice. There was no mistaking the scent of olive oil and garlic wafting through the dining room.

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