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| - The room was visually appealing with it's Old Hollywood style decor complete with cinematic reels on the ceiling, but we were seated near the too noisy bar area and the all too frequent arctic gusts of wind detracted from any sort of comfort level.
Soon after we were seated "our drinks" arrived, how cool is that (not the arctic wind blasts) but that they could read my mind without taking my order first. It actually took some more than necessary convincing before our waiter finally relented that we did not in fact order those drinks, nor had we ordered anything yet!
When our cocktails did arrive, the uneventful HillBilly beef brisket infused Bloody Mary was accompanied by a wedge of last week's dry and tired lime, The Lonnie martini was fortunately garnish-less and pleasant.
One of the things that generates a vast culinary sadness in me is an bad bread experience, and what arrived was a whole basketful of it. What should have been delectable bacon & cherry bread, baguette slices and Parmesan crisps, were horrifically stale apparitions of their former selves. There is never an excuse for stale bread. NEVER!
We had:
Lukewarm French onion soup, which was tasty, but not exceptional.
Free Range Chicken with mushroom risotto, nueske bacon, and baby mustard greens. The chicken was overcooked and dry, the risotto was pasty and fair.
Short Rib Bourguignon. Meh.
We did not have:
The side dishes we ordered which never arrived.
For dessert we rushed to Trader Joe's to pick up some sweets to comfort ourselves at home. There is just so much disappointment, mediocre food & poor service one can endure.
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