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| - A friend took a group of us to Salt for a late Christmas present. Even though we arrived near 5pm, it was already getting crowded. We sat at the communal tables. The "chairs" were backless blocks of wood. It was kind of like eating at Ikea.
I tried to overlook the sort of minimalist, kind of trendy atmosphere. On the surface, this really is not my kind of place, but I figured that if the food was good enough, the atmosphere wouldn't really matter that much in the end.
The soup cost eight dollars, and if there was an actual eight ounces of actual soup, I'd be surprised. I asked for a roll to go with it and was told that "there is no bread product in the house."
My entree was scallops and mussels, and it arrived on the cold end of lukewarm. It was okay, but not especially flavorful, savory, or interesting.
There were two desserts on the menu, one was Chocolate S'Mores and the other a fruit cake. We tried both, and were disappointed with both. The S'Mores were deconstructed in that trendy (and annoying) way of putting separate ingredients on a plate and trying to tie them together with a final ingredient (in this case, broken graham crackers). The fruit cake was in actuality, a sort-of stale, yet very liquored amaretto cake with dried cranberries and chestnuts surrounding it on the plate.
None of my dinner companions openly raved about any of their entrees. I asked a few later privately, and they both agreed with me that the overall experience was really disappointing and that, for the money our friend had spent, we should have gotten a much better dinner somewhere else.
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