If you are calling to make reservations and 3 restaurants turn you down, and the 4th restaurant says it can seat you at 7:30 on a Friday night, just order a pizza instead.
Went here to celebrate my boyfriend and his little brother's birthday. Started out lovely: piano and trumpet at the bar, a violet prosecco cocktail which was tingly and tangy, and very promising menu selections.
The lil bro and lil sis ordered a house specialty with rigatoni. When it arrived, the both said it was a little undercooked. When we cracked a rigaton in half there was the white circle inside. From what I've always been taught and the internet has confirmed that means it's ALMOST done, but not quite. 1 more minute! The next time the waiter came by we pulled him aside quietly to give him and the kitchen a head's up that the pasta wasn't quite done. He offered to cook up their dishes a little longer to get them a bit more palatable. Fine, sounds great. Everyone happy.
When the waiter returned he proclaims, "The chef wanted you to know that if you ever go to Italy ask for your pasta overcooked."
I thought it was really uncalled for and soured the rest of the evening.
Also someone ordered the asparagus risotto. It was Uncle Ben's white rice with chicken broth poured over it and 3 asparagus stalks.
When I go to Italy again I will order all the correctly cooked pasta and risotto to realize what I missed on this night.
Second star is for the cocktail and sweet hostess whom I hope finds another job soon.