We had been wanting to try this restaurant for a while and never got around to it. We noticed it on the restaurant week list and decided we would see what they had to offer. The location is quaint and beautiful. The music was just a step above elevator music, but I get it; the crowd was mostly older in age. As someone who lived in Paris years ago, I had high hopes. Even as someone who dines frequently in Central Phoenix, I had high hopes. The dishes were okay. They reminded me of the "good" restaurants in small towns hitting all the normal bars with nothing memorable at all. To add insult to injury, before closing out the ~$150 bill, we heard them offer the people next to us the wine pairing for the Restaurant week menu. Why weren't we offered this? All of this aside, I must say I was distracted by the thick layer of dirt on the windowsill behind my date's head and the less than clean/polished silverwear in front of me. Let's just say I really wish Petit Maison in Scottsdale was still open. They never claimed to be so elegant, and their food was on point.