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| - This is THE place to be if you want to catch the Ethel Merman of piano players. Nicole Pesce pounds out those keys for the benefit of the BACK row, baby! Whenever Nicole's there (most weekend nights) the BF and I try to sit as far away from her as possible and I always tell the person seating us, but it doesn't seem to matter. Apparently the show must go on.
Nicole plays well, but she doesn't need to bang away at the keys of her concert grand. The dining room is fairly small and made up of hard surfaces, so the acoustics are good enough for softer piano playing. I was once subjected to sitting next to the piano when I was there with a group and there was no other seating option. This was in the old days when it would take an hour and a half or longer for a salad. It was like being banished to a really, really loud dining/show tune purgatory. In fairness, I have also heard Nicole play at the brunch at the Ritz-Carlton and there she tones down the volume and you can really appreciate her significant talents. At My Florist, be sure to watch her bounce her head along to the beat as she looks around the room; it's like getting a show along with your mediocre dinner.
A number of reviewers wonder why My Florist survives when the food and service are okay at best. Sure the bread is as hard as a rock because it doesn't contain any preservatives and you can only get a sandwich or a salad, but My Florist is one of the few restaurants in the immediate area that serves dinner late. On the flip side, you'll be paying too much and the service will range from spotty to surly. I think many of the male servers and bar tenders are hired more for their looks than their restaurant experience. This ups the gay vibe, which is nice, but it doesn't help the place run smoothly. If there were more late night dining options in the area, I don't think My Florist would enjoy the business that it has. As an aside, if you're wondering why the menu is limited to sandwiches and salads, it's because the kitchen is set up as a bakery. They've got an oven, but they don't have a stove. I skip breakfast here because they're prepping your eggs in a microwave.
The decor is modern and spare; like AZ-88 and Postino had a love child. One of my most memorable dining experiences was one afternoon when I was having lunch at My Florist and the sun was shining on the south side of the restaurant and it was pouring rain on the north side of the restaurant. That's a good analogy for My Florist Cafe. It's got style, but the food and service are okay at best. If AZ-88 ran without a stove, the food would be similar to what you get at My Florist.
My Florist if fine so long as you go there with very limited expectations and a small appetite. It's a gussied up sandwich and salad place that makes it due to a lack of competition.
Bang on, Nicole, bang on!
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