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| - I must have had a little bad luck. I realize most of the reviews are primo. I didn't have such an experience.
First of all, when I walked in (and down the stairs into this cavern-like place), it smelled like a blend of mothballs and 1954. Fake flowers (fake poinsettias to be precise, in late February) sat on the table. Other assorted kitsch was all around. And I don't think it was ironic kitsch (cf. Melt).
I wanted a beer to start with. Since their list wasn't long, I assumed they were on tap. Nope, just bottles. And they were out of whatever I wanted. The wine list, to be fair, is a little longer.
My party was really hungry and let down by the results of a trial earlier that day. We wanted to have a nice experience.
Meh.
We hoped to have some of the bread other yelpers have talked about. It was cold white bread with a few sesame seeds. The oil on the table was canola oil, not olive oil. So that was obviously rather gross.
Having noticed things weren't going well, and since the lone server was dealing with a larger party, I just resigned myself to having an appetizer. Some kind of mozzarella stuffed with something. I couldn't tell what it was. It was okay, with way too much lettuce for "garnish."
From the people who had proper dinner, the portions looked generous. No one made much comment either way as far as the food is concerned, so I figured it must be fairly mediocre.
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