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We live in the neighborhood. Oh, how we wanted to LOVE Bitters. There aren't many trendy places nearby (read: within stumbling distance) so we waltzed into Bitters with high hopes. Previous reviews rave about the fancy cocktails, unique tapas menu selection and comfortable ambiance.
Ok. So. Ambiance - yes, yay! Cute, lighted patio. Cool vibe inside. We sat down at the bar, circa 8:15pm Friday night. It took ANY ONE of the FIVE bartenders at least 10 minutes to even make eye contact with us. What the hell is happening here??! The bar was not full. It's their opening weekend. How are you not making eye contact or saying hello to absolutely everyone who even glances in your direction? Are your suspenders too tight because you are not too good to say hello to customers who are (were) downright giddy to be there and spend a pretty penny.
While I'm on that topic - truffle popcorn. Could there be anything more amazing? Yes, like, everything could be more amazing. Small serving (I get it, it's a tapas place, fine), flavorless, piled on a tiny plate. Boo.
We also had the crab cake (singular) which was delicious actually, but also tiny. Catering to models maybe? I don't know.
This review comes from such a sad place in my heart. I wanted to like Bitters so much, I'm just insanely bitter that it didn't live up to my expectations in the slightest. We counted down the minutes until someone paid enough attention to us to get our bill, and headed straight for McFate.
Bitters, I hope you get off your high hipster horse quickly and start singing a more humble, grateful tune. Haven't you heard? Kind is the new cool.
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