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| - OK, here's the thing. My Florist should be the bomb. It's got the right location, the right crowd and the right vibe (especially when the pianist is on). The drink menu is inventive, though inconsistently priced, and makes good use of the building's former incarnation with lots of floral inspired beverages.
My Florist has been open for years, but it still feels like opening weekend. Confused host service at the door, no linens or silverware on the table, (our party was actually supplied paper towels that looked like they came straight out of the bathroom dispenser!)
How especially unfortunate it was that they were so ill prepared on what could possibly be one of their biggest days of the year: the Willo District Home Tour and Valentine's Day. Our server had to apologize too many times for the shortcomings of the management, kitchen staff, bar, etc.
As for the food, I had the turkey and brie, which was passable. The cranberry relish had an unexpected kick, which I liked, but the pumpernickel bread was dry and hard. In fact, "too dry" was a common complaint for more than one of my lunch companions, whether it be not enough salad dressing or a Reuben sandwich that was not "hot and juicy" as requested. (And really, who wants "too dry" on Valentine's Day?)
Come on, guys, get it together. This could be a great place with some attention to basics.
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