The most exciting thing about my meal here was drinking a frozen bellini and watching two men eat with prostitutes. It gave Nick and I some serious conversation topics from why would you pay for dinner for a call girl to do you think they have them on a nightly rate and a great debate on how much that would cost where we pooled all of our TV/movie knowledge and used inflation rates to determine our answers. The rest was just Italian food that someone I know could probably make just as well for me. Nick and I split a chopped Italian salad and Rigatoni Bolognese. I would have rather had Burger Palace.
The service however was outstanding. And that always goes a long way in my book.