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| - I came to cafe io on a Saturday for late lunch. The place was pretty empty and we were allowed to seat ourselves. The decor is classy and welcoming, although the space is a little cramped. The bar is jammed into narrow hallway that leads to the kitchen. I would not want to sit there, but they made the best of the space they had.
This place is expensive for a cafe-type lunch atmosphere, but I was expecting this. I hoped that the prices reflected a higher quality dining experience, but I was disappointed. I ordered the french mushroom soup to start. This soup was so close to being awesome, but employee incompetence ruined it. My soup was very nearly cold. The cheese on top was not melted, as I'm sure it's supposed to be, and the cool temperature was a surprise. The soup itself was actually very good, and I was starving so I started eating it anyway. By the time our server reappeared (much, much later), I had already eaten most of it so I decided not to complain.
My mom and I decided to split the fish tacos. Another disappointment. They were dry, flavorless, and cold--again. I just ate them anyway. They had a sauce on them that I assume was supposed to add flavor but I couldn't taste it at all. The tacos also came with fries on top instead of on the side, which wasn't really clear on the menu. I wouldn't mind, except there were only 3-4 fries on each taco, so the sum total of fries was significantly less than if they were a real side dish. Bummer, because I was splitting with my mom and more food would have been better. Luckily, we also ordered a side of sweet potato fries. My mom really liked them, but I wasn't impressed. They didn't have any seasoning on them. This is what my mom liked, because she generally doesn't care for sweet potato fries, but loves sweet potatoes. I was just not impressed with these unseasoned sticks of sweet potato.
Overall, there was nothing terrible here, but I wasn't blown away by anything either, and the prices were too high. The cold food was probably due in part to the time of day (between lunch and dinner shifts), but I still don't excuse them for it. I won't be back.
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