I've always said that you can judge a restaurant by it's bread as an indication of it's food. The bread basket at this particular Mastro's was a bad omen in itself.
I've better had better escargot's at a Vietnamese restaurant in Little Saigon. My Chilean Seabass was a tragedy, usually my favorite fish. It had to be the oil or butter that they pan seared it in that tastes like gasoline and left me nauseated. It was the fist time I left Chilean Seabass half eaten.
The shoe string fries was mostly fried in the same horrific lard. Even ketchup couldn't salvage the flavor.
The mushrooms were good but my nausea keep me for enjoying them.
The 18 oz bone in filet was had no character what so ever. Such a disappointment compared to other Mastro's that we dined at.
I've had good steaks at good restaurants. This place isn't it.