OK, my steamed branzino was very good. Tasted like it just came out of the ocean.
But we laughed at the minuscule portions of ceviche and were never given bread. So that amounted two two bites over the 90 minutes before the entree was served.
This is a place for young people who want to be trendy. The first priority is to sell them pricey cocktails, the second seems to be to get the noise level up to ridiculous levels so that conversation becomes all but impossible at the table. Food is an afterthought.
After almost three hours in the babble I left feeling a little hungry and found the crowded King West on a busy Friday night to be an oasis of peace and quiet.