This is one of those places that everyone just has to go to because of the myth created by skillful PR people. And we stupidly fell for the hype. Loud and crowded atmosphere, uncomfortable seating, bad service -- and those are the positive attributes. Cocktails - watered down - tasted like they were made with Squirt or some other bargain soda from the 70s. We shouldn't have been surprised when we had to order cocktails because they didn't have any recognized top shelf liquor or aperitifs. Our waiter raved about the locally sourced steaks. Wow - $65 for my husband and I to share 32 ounces of gristle and fat that was falsely touted as ribeye steak. Maybe Sasquatch ribeye. But wait - and wait we did - for two hours after ordering our entree. We must have had 5 different rather flustered wait staff stop by our table at various times during the two hour waiting period to apologize for the back up in the kitchen and to prolong the anticipation by telling us our dinner would be right out. It wasn't. It must take an awful long time to brown gristle and fat. Too bad it didn't improve the taste. Those ugly and hard wooden chairs salvaged from Olde Country Buffet didn't get any more comfortable after two hours either. And the noise level bouncing off the dirty marble floors didn't help -- our throats were sore after screaming across the table to hear each other talk above the din and ambient throbbing sounds of 1995. Chalk one up for the advertising industry -- there went 4 hours and $145 we will never get back.