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| - I'm giving two stars, instead of just one, on account of the compassionate gentlemen who called a cab for my elderly parents on this icy evening. Otherwise, food and service left much to be desired. Average Manhattan cocktails. Greasy crab cakes. Amateurish wedge salads. Raw, undercooked sourdough bread. Passive-aggressive waitress who simply could not welcome any constructive feedback. Porterhouse steak was dreadful (cold, congealed fat, and I actually spat out four gristly mouthfuls). Disgusting sides: leaden Gorgonzola gnocchi, spinach with a pool of cream on the bottom, as if it were an afterthought. And the absolute worst Béarnaise sauce ever. What a shame! It had the texture of wallpaper paste. Gross desserts: lemon meringue pie that did not taste like lemon, meringue, or pie. A baked Alaska that was big on pyrotechnics but low on flavour (meringue was an epic fail on it). Once again, passive-aggressive waitress had to chime on the profiterole, saying it was "puff pastry." It was not. Since when are profiteroles made of puff pastry? And she was actually trying to argue with me! Profiteroles are made of choux pastry. And this choux pastry was simply awful.
I would give one and one half stars, if I could.
They made a big production of giving us Prosecco on the house, as if it were a grand gesture. It was cheap, gross Prosecco.
I will not return.
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