I stopped in and met with the owner, Orazio, who couldn’t shake my hand due to his hands being covered in cheese, but gave me a big smile. I was put at ease by his Italian charm and avuncular nature. Orazio explained that he wants his shop to be a glimpse into his home country, “When you come here, it looks like you’re in Italy.” He creates this atmosphere with authentic music and imported products from his homeland. So if your roommate’s pissing you off, or you just want to say you’ve been to Italy, then drop in at Casa, it’s kind of the same thing. And Orazio will vouch for you.