I call for a reservation and instead of taking my name, the the hostess says to come on in... We get there 40 minutes later and the pretentious Maitre D looks my BF up and down like he's white trash and sat us in the corner near the kitchen which I didn't appreciate. Mind you they are nestled next door to a strip club and across the street from the Hard Rock but hey, my bad... The food was good but would advise, unless you're dressed to the nines don't embarrass yourself.