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I thought I'd give the impasta another try. We had a guest from out of town, and thought we'd go out rather than spend the night in the kitchen.
As we went to our seats, we noticed an overabundance of drinking, and little eating. As we scooted into our booth, the ladies next to us had to bowls of pasta that, for lack of a better description, looked dead. They were lifeless, unappealing and bland.
So, we sat, looked over the menu, talked about drinks and wine, and sat.
Twenty minutes later, we decide to get up, even though several people had looked our way. No bread, no water, no hello, nothing.
As we left, we were stopped. However, too little, too late. We won't be back.
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