There are two things I expect in a restaurant when I dine: 1) when I make a reservation I want my table ready on time 2) I want good food. On both fronts Grace, despite its divine leaning name, fell short.
My friends and I waited for 40 minutes for our table and when we finally got seated the waitress said we weren't allowed to order our appetizers and mains at different times because the kitchen was too busy. Oh I 'm sorry, I guess the kitchen assumed that it would be dead on a Saturday night, in the new hot spot in town.
Because the food was not exactly exciting, my table decided to make our own fun but apparently this establishment's clientele does not abide a group of girls having a gay old time. Rather, every time a giggle or squeak came from our table we were leered at by the not so yummy mommies next door.
IN OTHER WORDS:
Unless you are an aging divorcee looking to embitter yourself by waiting for a table, eating mediocre food, and finally topping off your evening by intimidating the younger girls at the table adjacent to you, this is not the place for you. If you fit into any other category of the human race then I suggest you park your tighter, happier and smaller behind some place else.