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| - Prices are New York high (I live there) and if you served this food in New York you would go bust.
Food: If you served this food in Italy (where I was born) you be shot for crimes against culture. Where to start: guys, the starch with the protein is not an afterthought. The potatoes under my fish were stone cold, and had that oil soaked "been cooked at lunch" sogginess. Like leftover potatoes. Risotto, chef, does NOT sit for hours, waiting to be plated. What arrived under the duck was Arborio-rice pudding, and cold. The saltimbocca (translates literally to "jump in mouth") was "saltim sale" e.g jumps in salt.
Service: great when it was around. A new, life time low, overall for me: main course is done and I ask for bill. Nothing. I get up, ask another waiter for bill after 10 minutes. Nothing. I wait 10 minutes, look around, in the main room: nobody. It is 2:30AM Cleavland diner time, 9:30 PM actual local time. EMPTY, no waiters. I go back to my room and PHONE the restaurant to get SOMEONE to answer. It is the kind of place where two waiters are talking, and I wander by, looking for bathroom, so they shift position to continue complaining about someone's "attitude" but dammed if anyone asks "may I help you".
Room: Manager/Chef. The second room is a windowless yellow painted bunker, with a large flat screen TV and nothing else. Design tip: serious restaurants do not have 54 in TV's in their dining room. With all doors closed (staff too lazy to open connecting folding doors) you are in a windowless box, with almost no one else. There's ambiance. If you are not in main room, leave.
Must be easy to run a restaurant in Cleveland. This place is a joke.
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