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| - I had heard rave reviews of this place ever since I first moved to Charlotte, and more recently, read about Chef Luca when he competed in Fire in the City cooking competition. Before entering, I made sure my shoes were tied tight - for fear of getting my socks knocked off! Well, socks weren't knocked off... in fact, I felt like a teenager sneaking into a strip club mid-day, only to be disappointed by the JV squad. Okay, that's a little harsh but you get the picture (or I can send them to you...)
One thing that Chef does extremely well is plating. Everyone's brunch dishes came out looking absolutely tantalizing. When Michael N's benedict came out, I immediately regretted ordering my basic, boring toast and eggs. However, when my dish arrived, I immediately dis-regretted ordering it. But then, I re-regretted it when Moses S's flatbread came out. Check out their pics and you'll see that I'm not mis-regretting. My toast and eggs were fine, but not special... I suck at ordering brunch items not named Bloody Mary.
What legit-drags this place down for me is the brunch ambiance. It was a tad dark and there was live music. DARKNESS! I can tolerate. Live music at brunch is absurd and makes no sense. Brunch has traditionally been for: (a) getting over a hangover; or (b) catching up with friends. Neither goes particularly well with live music. Hostesses and Charlie, our server, were genuinely nice and helpful. Hold onto them tight, P8!
Glad I came... wish I ordered better... but likely won't be headed back.
dmo out.
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