After going to My Florist for Sunday lunch, I'm in with the less-than-thrilled-with-it group of yelpers.
The place was half-empty (guessing that most people were elsewhere for brunch as opposed to lunch) and yet we were ignored by our waiter (multiple requests needed for him to procure us water, coffee, utensils). Moreover, the reuben sandwich was bland, while the asparagus salad tasted mostly of canned artichoke. The place is cute, but I would need either better food or better service for me to go back.