The pizza used to be the pull in this decades-old restaurant at the foot of the Bloomfield Bridge. Imagine my surprise when the owner or owner's daughter told us that it wasn't as good as it used to be. Okaaay. We won't order it.
I ordered a Manhattan. The server returned shortly and asked me what kind of mixer goes in a Manhattan. Mixer? She said "Yeah, what kind of soda or pop?" Oops. I went straight to the bar to get that figured out.