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| - Really expected more. The hype was really making me think I was going to experience world class dining.
We were the youngest people in the place. And I'm no spring chicken.
The decor has not been cleaned in ages. Cool decor, but for God's sake... clean it. Spruce it up.
The view over the creek in the back was nice. Very nice. Not awe inspiring.
The food. Oh... the food. Well, to start, they brought out a dish of olives and radishes. I believe there was like... one of each? Weird. Very weird.
The meal, although not bad, was not all that and a bad of chips. Heck, I didn't even call my mother, much less write home about it.
The veggies were all weirdly julienned. LIke we were getting served nursing home food. Very overcooked. Hmmm.
The meal. (veal marsala? I couldn't tell... honestly.) It was OK. Just OK.
Service was fine. Very nice. Place was quiet. Think... morgue.
Interestly enough, we apparently were "lucky" enough to sit by the one couple on the planet that just received their first cell phone. Yes, they were THOSE type of people, loudly yelling into their phone, thinking that EVERYONE wanted to hear their insipid conversation. If the chairs weren't so old fashioned and heavy, I might have tried swinging one at them. Sigh.
Will I want to go back? Maybe when I'm 80, and need overcooked, julienne veggies. Meh. I don't get the appeal. Honestly. Maybe it's from folks who just don't get out much? Way too pricey for the quality.
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