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| - Morale of the story: one would think resto addresses indicate where the front door is located, well think otherwise...there will always be exceptions
It was for a Tuesday evening - I called ahead of time to make a reservation for a party of 6 at 5pm so the cluster of us can empty our wallets over le vino and other dishes that have proven to be difficult to pronounce before catching a show afterwards. "Sorry we won't be able to accommodate your party size.", the hostess says. Little do they know that we do not take "no" for an answer since we were all excited to try the newly opened restaurant.
Tuesday evening rolls in and we decided to give walk-in tables a try. Little did we know how hard it is to find the front entrance! After walking in circles, we finally found the front entrance from Yorkville Avenue. Upon entering the restaurant we noticed more than half the restaurant is empty. So one might wonder: why on earth did the fellow over the phone decline our phone reservation?! Fine, fine...keep it cool...remember we're here for the food. And the wine. It might be worth the confusion.
A pleasant gentleman greeted us politely and sat us down, and without further adieu, continued on to highlight items of recommendation from the menu (since us commoners no speak upscale terms). We ordered a bottle of rosé, the branzino (raw sea bass), nero di seppia (squid ink pizza) and the anguilla (fried eel) to share for three people.
The branzino was my favourite, they bring out a whole fish, uncooked, and slice it in front of you. The rest was okay.
The bill came to $65 per person, which is what you'd expect to pay at a restaurant like Buca, however if I was any hungrier I'd probably stick to a burger joint to get your bang for the buck.
Would I come back? Maybe, if they'd take my reservation (since I despise the uncertainty of not having a guaranteed table for a fine-dining restaurant) and probably just for the branzino.
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