Eating is an experience that involves a certain level of passion, intimacy and romance that goes into making the food to create the ultimate dining experience. I had high hopes for the Emerson but unfortunately as much as I want to love it, I can't. If you ever see a true classical chef they all have a love for their creations that broader lines obsession. They enter the zone and feel the food they make. It's a part of them. With that said, while they clearly have great intentions at the Emerson, the food comes out lacking the romance that it takes to create an awe inspiring experience for the palate. The food lacks salt, and the flavour that leaves you begging for another bite just for the sheer pleasure of it. The seating and set up doesn't really help you feel the intimacy either. There is no privacy, the front is always empty as they are anticipating larger crowds which I haven't seen to date and the motorcycle in the front just takes up room from the possible seating that could be added. Frankly it feels as through your sitting in a food court somewhere and that's not a pleasant dining experience at all. The decor seems to be a mish mash of ideas that have come out to look like a bit of a bad acid trip leaving me confused and uncomfortable. I know everyone else seems to think the price point is good but if you ask me, these prices are proper for a place that infuses a bit of the creator, the artist that brings the flavours together in a magical infusion. The wait staff is lovely but just not enough to make me forget about the missing romance that a dining experience should have.