\"Tivoli Gardens\"-- how the heck did they come up with that name?  The only Italian food in the vicinity might be a traumatized meatball hiding underneath a booth.  And don't be looking for any gardens-- anything that might be growing outside in the scorching heat would only be there thanks to water stolen from another state.  \n\nAnyway, the food was barely mediocre, but service was terrible.  The waitress' limited attention span seemed mainly diverted to the needs of the herd of elderly gentlemen who had commandeered the \"special functions room\".  The kitchen staff also seemed incapable of coping with the onslaught of senior citizens, which one could probably have anticipated, given the locale.