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| - My parents were excited to take me to their new favorite place for my birthday dinner and although I asked to go to Bar Cento, I was overruled by their excitement of this new place they just went to the week before. I'm always up for new great places, so I went along.
The decor was kinda cool and I was excited for what seemed like a diamond in the rough. Even crowded by Cleveland Sunday night standards. We did the family style thing and up first was chicken wings, a cheese plate, and a margarita pizza. The wings were spicy (which I like), but soggy and fatty. We sent them back twice to be cooked longer, but the waiter said that their wings are braised and apparently that meant that crispy wasn't going to happen. Pizza was thin crust and good, but very plain considering the rest of the restaurant screamed funky and hip. The cheese plate was boring -- a brie that was nothing special, a blue that was basic, and one other unmemorable cheese.
For dinner we had a spread which included panko crusted salmon over Chinese beans, ahi tuna with a spicy rub, and penne pasta. The salmon was so bland I thought I had put my tongue in a cup of wax before eating it. The ahi tuna was boring but good...except we had ordered 2 for the table and the second one I honestly had mistaken for duck. It was so improperly cooked that tuna looked like duck. How can that be allowed to leave the kitchen? Saving the worst for last, the pasta was inedible. Have you ever accidentally burned a sauce on the stove? Your have a burnt layer on the bottom of the pot and you think to yourself, maybe I can save the top part--only to taste it before throwing it all out. This pasta tasted like licking the bottom of a charcoal grill. We were embarrassed to leave so much food uneaten, so we had them box it all up just to throw it out later that night.
For dessert, a chocolate cupcake with a candle. Not worth the calories. But I got my wish: the night was over.
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