Gallo's Kitchen & Bar

Definitely one of THE BEST restaurants in all of Columbus. Always outstanding, never disappointed.

Great service (owner stopped by our table to welcome us)and walleye fish dinner special was outstanding! Enjoyed the vibe, drinks and friendly atmosphere. Will definitely be going back.

We had a great time a Gallo's on Saturday night. Our server Mike was attentive, kind, and made excellent suggestions. The food was delicious, one of my favorite meals I have had in a long time. We will definitely be back.

Best food and atmosphere in UA! A weekly place for us! Tommy the owner is the best and makes you feel like family m!

Always amazing food and service. The Bison meatloaf was insanely delicious. Anna is a wonderful server and takes great care of your party!!

Ambiance is great and food is always fantastic. Specials were delicious! You can always expect a great dining experience!

Great Food. Great People. Nice friendly crowd. Give it a try.

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5

Wonderful experience! Excellent food, service, & atmosphere. Italian sauces were perfect!

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5

Recommended dishes: Vodka Pasta, Russo

Consistently one of the best places to eat on the west side of town. Food always fabulous, warm and wonderful atmosphere and excellent service from the moment you enter to when you leave

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5

We had the Louisiana sausage pasta for dinner. It was amazing! It has the Louisiana spice which had a little spice, but not too much! I would highly recommend Gallo's as it has the unique menu items that are both Italian and Creole.

It was a slow Monday evening, so the restaruant was not overly crowded. We had excellent service from our server and she was very straighforward on recommendations of various dishes. The portions were quite substantial and the food was delicious. You can choose creole or italian dishes from the menu, as well as some americanized dishes! The vodka pasta with chicken was enough to feed two!

Delicious food and wonderful dining experience. We have tried almost everything on the menu and everything is delicious.

This got sooo long so in summary: Choose Moretti’s where the food is always amazing and I’ve never been rushed out the door. Never go to Gallo’s where they don’t have time to allow you to finish your meal. Local Authentic Italian Homemade Food Family Dinner Restaurant Dublin, OH - Moretti’s Restaurant AND now the novel of my evening: I’d heard so many wonderful things about Gallo’s — how delicious and homemade the food is — and I’d been excited to try it for a long time. My husband and I haven’t been able to go out much since April 2020. Not because of COVID, but because our son, Pete, was hit by a car that year and now requires 24/7 care. That’s made dining out something rare and logistically tricky for us. My day had been busy but really nice. I went to the Bradley Craft Show with my sister in the morning, came home to do some laundry, and got ready for my open house (I’m a Realtor — call me if you’re looking for your first or next dream home!). After collecting my signs, I rushed home, and my husband and I headed out to meet my sister and her husband for dinner at Gallo’s in Upper Arlington. Our reservation was for 6:15 p.m. My sister texted to say they’d arrived, and we got there right on time at 6:12. Our server greeted us warmly and took wonderful care of us all evening. She laughed at our jokes, was attentive without hovering, and made the meal feel relaxed and fun. The food was absolutely delicious — appetizers, salads, seafood, pasta, jambalaya, two bottles of wine, and mixed drinks. Everything was spot on. I even ordered a to-go meal for my 16-year-old at home, and he loved it. The company, conversation, food, and wine — it was exactly what my husband and I needed. When I saw bread pudding on the menu, my eyes lit up. I love bread pudding, and I had already decided I was going to order it no matter how full I was. We were sipping our wine and waiting for our server to return with dessert suggestions when a manager came to our table. He asked how everything was, and we told him it had been wonderful — that our server was fantastic. Then, out of nowhere, he said he was “in a jam” and needed our table. We were stunned. We explained that we were still waiting to order dessert, and a carry out order he said he’d check on it before walking away. We all looked at each other, trying to process what had just happened. There was an empty table nearby and only a few people waiting by the door. We still had plenty of wine left, and our service had been well-paced all night — not slow, not rushed. When our server returned, we told her what happened. She looked uncomfortable and said she’d need to ask if we were still allowed to order dessert. Apparently, there’s a 90-minute dining limit. I wasn’t watching the clock, but the entire meal had moved along naturally. We definitely weren’t lingering or holding things up. Still, I was determined to have my bread pudding. I decided to explain to the manager— calmly but honestly — how much this night meant to us, and how his words had taken something special and turned it into something upsetting. I tried to keep it factual, but as a mom who still cries daily seeing my son struggle, my emotions showed. I didn’t yell; I just shared my reality. He didn’t apologize. He barely said anything — just nodded a few times. When I asked to speak to the owner, he came over, but his demeanor was fidgety and detached. He said the right words but didn’t seem sincere. We even pointed out t the table that remained empty the whole time. He said he didn’t know what happened but would ask. He ended by saying he hoped it would be better “next time,” and I told him there probably wouldn’t be a next time. He didn’t seem to care. As someone who’s worked in restaurants for many years — from server to general manager — I know that this situation could have been turned around with empathy and ownership. Instead, I went from having a rare, joyful evening to sitting in the car replaying the words, “I’m in a jam, I need your table.” It’s about a 25 minute drive home and we arrived home around 8:15 p.m.,abou

This got sooo long so in summary: Choose Moretti’s where the food is always amazing and I’ve never been rushed out the door. Never go to Gallo’s where they don’t have time to allow you to finish your meal. Local Authentic Italian Homemade Food Family Dinner Restaurant Dublin, OH - Moretti’s Restaurant AND now the novel of my evening: I’d heard so many wonderful things about Gallo’s — how delicious and homemade the food is — and I’d been excited to try it for a long time. My husband and I haven’t been able to go out much since April 2020. Not because of COVID, but because our son, Pete, was hit by a car that year and now requires 24/7 care. That’s made dining out something rare and logistically tricky for us. My day had been busy but really nice. I went to the Bradley Craft Show with my sister in the morning, came home to do some laundry, and got ready for my open house (I’m a Realtor — call me if you’re looking for your first or next dream home!). After collecting my signs, I rushed home, and my husband and I headed out to meet my sister and her husband for dinner at Gallo’s in Upper Arlington. Our reservation was for 6:15 p.m. My sister texted to say they’d arrived, and we got there right on time at 6:12. Our server greeted us warmly and took wonderful care of us all evening. She laughed at our jokes, was attentive without hovering, and made the meal feel relaxed and fun. The food was absolutely delicious — appetizers, salads, seafood, pasta, jambalaya, two bottles of wine, and mixed drinks. Everything was spot on. I even ordered a to-go meal for my 16-year-old at home, and he loved it. The company, conversation, food, and wine — it was exactly what my husband and I needed. When I saw bread pudding on the menu, my eyes lit up. I love bread pudding, and I had already decided I was going to order it no matter how full I was. We were sipping our wine and waiting for our server to return with dessert suggestions when a manager came to our table. He asked how everything was, and we told him it had been wonderful — that our server was fantastic. Then, out of nowhere, he said he was “in a jam” and needed our table. We were stunned. We explained that we were still waiting to order dessert, and a carry out order he said he’d check on it before walking away. We all looked at each other, trying to process what had just happened. There was an empty table nearby and only a few people waiting by the door. We still had plenty of wine left, and our service had been well-paced all night — not slow, not rushed. When our server returned, we told her what happened. She looked uncomfortable and said she’d need to ask if we were still allowed to order dessert. Apparently, there’s a 90-minute dining limit. I wasn’t watching the clock, but the entire meal had moved along naturally. We definitely weren’t lingering or holding things up. Still, I was determined to have my bread pudding. I decided to explain to the manager— calmly but honestly — how much this night meant to us, and how his words had taken something special and turned it into something upsetting. I tried to keep it factual, but as a mom who still cries daily seeing my son struggle, my emotions showed. I didn’t yell; I just shared my reality. He didn’t apologize. He barely said anything — just nodded a few times. When I asked to speak to the owner, he came over, but his demeanor was fidgety and detached. He said the right words but didn’t seem sincere. We even pointed out t the table that remained empty the whole time. He said he didn’t know what happened but would ask. He ended by saying he hoped it would be better “next time,” and I told him there probably wouldn’t be a next time. He didn’t seem to care. As someone who’s worked in restaurants for many years — from server to general manager — I know that this situation could have been turned around with empathy and ownership. Instead, I went from having a rare, joyful evening to sitting in the car replaying the words, “I’m in a jam, I need your table.” It’s about a 25 minute drive home and we arrived home around 8:15 p.m.,abou

This got sooo long so in summary: Choose Moretti’s where the food is always amazing and I’ve never been rushed out the door. Never go to Gallo’s where they don’t have time to allow you to finish your meal. Local Authentic Italian Homemade Food Family Dinner Restaurant Dublin, OH - Moretti’s Restaurant AND now the novel of my evening: I’d heard so many wonderful things about Gallo’s — how delicious and homemade the food is — and I’d been excited to try it for a long time. My husband and I haven’t been able to go out much since April 2020. Not because of COVID, but because our son, Pete, was hit by a car that year and now requires 24/7 care. That’s made dining out something rare and logistically tricky for us. My day had been busy but really nice. I went to the Bradley Craft Show with my sister in the morning, came home to do some laundry, and got ready for my open house (I’m a Realtor — call me if you’re looking for your first or next dream home!). After collecting my signs, I rushed home, and my husband and I headed out to meet my sister and her husband for dinner at Gallo’s in Upper Arlington. Our reservation was for 6:15 p.m. My sister texted to say they’d arrived, and we got there right on time at 6:12. Our server greeted us warmly and took wonderful care of us all evening. She laughed at our jokes, was attentive without hovering, and made the meal feel relaxed and fun. The food was absolutely delicious — appetizers, salads, seafood, pasta, jambalaya, two bottles of wine, and mixed drinks. Everything was spot on. I even ordered a to-go meal for my 16-year-old at home, and he loved it. The company, conversation, food, and wine — it was exactly what my husband and I needed. When I saw bread pudding on the menu, my eyes lit up. I love bread pudding, and I had already decided I was going to order it no matter how full I was. We were sipping our wine and waiting for our server to return with dessert suggestions when a manager came to our table. He asked how everything was, and we told him it had been wonderful — that our server was fantastic. Then, out of nowhere, he said he was “in a jam” and needed our table. We were stunned. We explained that we were still waiting to order dessert, and a carry out order he said he’d check on it before walking away. We all looked at each other, trying to process what had just happened. There was an empty table nearby and only a few people waiting by the door. We still had plenty of wine left, and our service had been well-paced all night — not slow, not rushed. When our server returned, we told her what happened. She looked uncomfortable and said she’d need to ask if we were still allowed to order dessert. Apparently, there’s a 90-minute dining limit. I wasn’t watching the clock, but the entire meal had moved along naturally. We definitely weren’t lingering or holding things up. Still, I was determined to have my bread pudding. I decided to explain to the manager— calmly but honestly — how much this night meant to us, and how his words had taken something special and turned it into something upsetting. I tried to keep it factual, but as a mom who still cries daily seeing my son struggle, my emotions showed. I didn’t yell; I just shared my reality. He didn’t apologize. He barely said anything — just nodded a few times. When I asked to speak to the owner, he came over, but his demeanor was fidgety and detached. He said the right words but didn’t seem sincere. We even pointed out t the table that remained empty the whole time. He said he didn’t know what happened but would ask. He ended by saying he hoped it would be better “next time,” and I told him there probably wouldn’t be a next time. He didn’t seem to care. As someone who’s worked in restaurants for many years — from server to general manager — I know that this situation could have been turned around with empathy and ownership. Instead, I went from having a rare, joyful evening to sitting in the car replaying the words, “I’m in a jam, I need your table.” It’s about a 25 minute drive home and we arrived home around 8:15 p.m.,abou