If Pistone's Italian Inn was located in New York or Los Angeles, it would be all the rage. They'd film movies there, with lovely molls camping out in leather-lined booths while bad guys in sharp suits and two-toned shoes get tossed across the extravagant salad bar. Hip kids would flock to the piano lounge to hear current players tickle the ivories. Tuesday through Saturday nights. They'd drink martinis and use expressions like "tickle the ivories." Try the antipasto buffet, which Pistone’s touts as one of the country’s finest, or any of a plethora of classic and creative Italian dishes.