Service from Lorne would be 5* and the hostess was lovely as was the constant water refills from the busser. We were gifted this meal and as much as we wanted to love it we just couldn't. The restaurant is in a basement and we felt as if we took the elevator south to R for retro. Retro as in the ambiance, the managers suits and name tags which look like Hilton's 80s uniforms, and even more so a blast from the past, somewhere between BC and AD to be precise - we were clearly seated in the religious corner with a man preaching so loud we felt as if we were committing a sin for enjoying our bananas foster. The steak was good - the corn fed beef brag was awkward - and beer was plenty. But Lorne was awesome. Lorne, you're awesome.