The Sun's review of Facci went up on the Web today -- and should be in the newspaper Sunday -- as JJ alerted me.
I'd suggest that you go tomorrow to beat the crowds, but the crowds already found Facci. Richard Gorelick really liked the place, especially a pasta with clams and a meatball appetizer. Ironically, we tried to eat at Facci on the same night he went, but we got turned away because they couldn't make a table for six at 5:45 pm on a Tuesday.
I love Facci's food, and the casual, classy atmosphere makes it one of my favorite places. But my recent visits haven't involved the fun that Gorelick describes. If you get a seat, everyone is so nice. If you're in line, the hostess and managers are all defensive. We know there are no reservations. We don't understand why we get a vibe that is more "take it or leave it" than "we want you to join the fun." For the last three visits, the atmosphere was unwelcoming enough that we ate somewhere else.
As Trip Klaus pointed out to me, Facci also got a post in Washingtonian -- also highlighting the meatballs. I'll try them eventually. I'm really underplaying our unhappiness -- and the details of how we were treated -- because I know that we'll eventually go back. Maybe we're the only people feeling the vibe.
(Update: From the comments, I see I'm not the only one feeling the vibe. To be clear, I really like Facci. I even think the parking is fine. Circling for five minutes isn't that different from driving somewhere, and I love that there are four successful restaurants there. But I can really enjoy Facci's food while joining in the great anonymous line below: "Waiting could be just as much fun as eating.")
(Update II: I have been reading the comments below. Yes, several read like Facci employees defending their place. Let's just take it with a grain of salt. Real people are commenting too, and YumPo and one anonymous poster traded civil opinions. That's worth keeping the comments open. You can judge the other posts by their tone and their content.)