One would think opening up a good and cheap Italian restaurant would be simple. Get a few recipes from Nonna, find a space with affordable rent, find good food suppliers, and voilà! Next thing you know you're turning people away at the door. But no. Instead, everything is either expense-account palaces in Little Italy or strip-mall holes supplied by Sysco, with hardly anything in between. Thank Dio onnipotente, then, for Café Amore. It may be a hole in the strip-mall hell that is Glen Burnie, but it's a hole whose food tastes like it was cooked by a team of Italian grandmas. Or at least cooks well-taught by their Italian grandmas. While things can get pricey if you stray from the list of pastas and the pizza, the tomato sauce that smothers everything is so perfect that you won't care about missing out on fancier dishes. And the bread, which is available in loaves to take home (do so), is heaven-sent. This place makes us look forward to renewing our driver's license.