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| - So unbelievably disappointing. After living in Pittsburgh my entire life and never having been to Atria's, when my folks suggested we dine there, I was excited to make my pilgrimage. I'd heard so many good things about this place. Guys... Are you sure you meant THIS place? Our dinner was so painfully subpar that I finally registered as a Yelp user to warn you all.
I should have known what I was in for upon seeing the interior. No place to wait. Awkwardly tiny. Super dated. And, not in a charming, kitschy way. Whatever, though. I can overlook decor. I'm not here for the view.
Our service was pretty unmemorable. Well, until the end... We'll get there.
My food was inexcusably bad. I'm no Gordon Ramsay and I could have made everything I had much better at home for half the price. The rice served with my meal was cooked to mush. But, bonus, it was also slightly crunchy and burned in spots! The green beans were so overcooked that they were falling apart before my fork even came in contact. And my "seafood trio" (that they had the audacity to charge TWENTY THREE dollars for) was so, so sad. I feel really badly for the fish that had to die to become this meal. The crab cake was the only semi-redeeming part of the meal, but being that it was literally bite-sized, my enthusiasm faded pretty quickly. The salmon (I'd estimate about 1.5-2 oz at most) was overcooked and tough. And the grilled shrimp? There were 3 of them. And they were smaller than cocktail shrimp. Also overcooked. I'll give Atria's credit for consistency, though, as nothing that I put in my mouth that night had any seasoning on it. Surely there must be some wiggle room in the budget to purchase some salt and pepper?
As I sat and marinated in the mediocrity of my night, the server stared at our table every time she walked by, making it painfully obvious that we were to leave, now. (I worked in the business for a long time. We weren't camping. We'd paid the bill all of 5 minutes prior. It was unnecessary.)
tl;dr: Yep. Never again. Overcooked. Underseasoned. Overpriced. Underportioned. But, hey, free valet!
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