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| - I recently went here for dinner with a group after seeing a play just down the street at the JCC. We sat outside on the patio, which isn't anything special or nice but the weather was good. Inside seems much nicer in terms of decor and atmosphere.
The drinks were fine but often took a while for refills, especially water even when asked. The food was below average. I ordered the chicken with wild mushroom risotto from the "new" menu. They had butterflied the chicken breast and then WAY over cooked it. It was very, very dry and actually hard to cut. The risotto was the only good part of the meal, it wasn't amazing but decent. The green beans that came with it were overcooked, waterlogged, unseasoned and bland. My husband's Havana sandwich (pulled pork) was ok, the pulled pork was good but the bread was a bit hard and the toppings were weird. The fries were way over salted but some people like that. The people with us had some hits and misses. The flatbread and truffle burger were the hits of the meal and the only people that had no complaints. We ordered coffees at the end, which were cold except for mine, because I ordered decaf I guess they had to make it fresh.
The worse part about this place was the service. Our waiter was nice enough when he served us but he was missing for long periods of time and when he reappeared wouldn't have the water or napkins or whatever that we asked for. There was only one other table outside and it was pretty quiet inside too but when I'd go to the bathroom our waiter would be chilling behind the bar and chatting with the bartender and someone sitting at the bar (a regular perhaps?) . But above and beyond the waitress, who wasn't even ours, was the low point. She had big boobs, which you can't help, but was wearing a serious push-up bra and shirt with a V that went down to her belly button. I have no issues with boobs, and am in no way a prude but if I wanted hooters that's where we would have gone. She wasn't even working our table but helped bring things out a couple times. She was blatant in winking at my husband and touchy with my dad. I'm sure she gets great tips and I can't fault her for flaunting what's she's got to make a living, but dude we're not tipping you cause we're not your table so it just made us ALL uncomfortable! (My 67 year old dad who is usually totally oblivious to just about everything commented on it).
Basically, you're not going to die of food poisoning but there are so many better places around where you'll get better food, faster and with better service for the same price (or cheaper). I have no intentions of ever going back again.
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