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| - We dined there last night. I cannot tell you how underwhelmed we were by everything. Ordered the tuna - the server asked what temp we would like it cooked. We said medium. Well clearly it was not an option. Not an unusual dish, seared tuna loin that was clearly intended to be served by rare, which it was. Why ask if it only comes one way? The tuna was clearly of high quality, but there was no attempt to season it - it was just warmed on the outside and sesame seeds were slapped on the sides. It was painfully under seasoned and uninspired. The beet salad, a dish that could, with very little effort be creative and delicious... It was not. A pile of arugula, sliced beets, a thumbprint of chèvre and a dressing that was without any impact on the dish as a whole. The lobster pasta with cream sauce tasted as if no thought or creativity was ever considered. Almost every dish on the menu had cream or cheese. Are we in Wisconsin? I wonder if the "chef", and I use the term loosely, has a dairy addiction and might consider a 12 step program. The door in the front lets the cold winter air in, making the entire mediocre experience downright unpleasant. The service was slow, but no more than OK. Even after asking our waiter to do something about the door twice, we were told that sometimes the one door gets locked, but on this particular day it was a fire code infraction. Odd on how sometimes the door can be locked and some days it can't - laws are funny that way, I guess. After two comments about the door, a good server would probably ask if we would like to move, mid-meal as a number of tables were vacated during our meal, but that didn't happen. Perhaps thee server would have the manager come speak to us about our discomfort, but that didn't happen either. I did not notice anyone in the restaurant, again I use the term loosely, who even appeared to be a manager. We will not be back and I suggest that you eat at the DMV instead. At least there the service and food are probably better. Don't waste your time, unless you like painfully sweet martinis, again, I use that term loosely too. What a wasted of space.
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