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| - I should have known that an Italian restaurant with a French name would be bad news. Its just the start of the identity crisis going on.....
I don't really get what they're trying to do here. Are they aiming to be an upscale restaurant? Because the servers in t-shirts and the stripper poles placed throughout the dining room don't really lend themselves to that. (And yes, I said stripper poles..... metal poles placed in between two leather arm chairs....) The menu suggests they are trying to go in the direction of casual upscale but the quality of food and service doesn't support that.
I asked our server for a suggestion for a light, dry, non mineral-y white wine. I got a very oakey, buttery, heavy white. Totally what I asked for, thanks. Overall the wine list was unimpressive, however, I did like the fact that you can order a quartino. I was underwhelmed by the service; our server would disappear for long stretches of time and served me the salad my friend ordered in addition to serving the wrong beers to the wrong people. He also seemed to be lacking knowledge on the food that we ordered, telling my husband that the soup had pancetta flavor, when it actually had pancetta in it. Other members of my party had their flatware replaced after using their knife for bread and butter while I did not. It was spotty service all around.
The quality of the food did not make up for the poor service. Two people in our party ordered the scallops, a Bostonian and a New Orleanian who are used to great scallops. We both agreed they were pretty awful - very much overcooked; very chewy. Scallops should not be chewy, you should not have to work at eating them, they should just melt in your mouth. Not to mention one of the scallops was a bit sandy and obviously had not been properly cleaned. I know, I know, stupid me, I shouldn't order seafood in the desert. Especially after eating amazing seafood for a week in NY. The glace that they were served in had an extremely strong black licorice flavor. I am not a fan of black licorice, in fact I know nobody that is. The vegetables that accompanied the scallops were limp. The aforementioned soup that my husband ordered did not have quite the right consistency due to the presence of the extremely hard pancetta which detracted from the texture of the beans. His salad was ok; it did come with huge flakes of toasted garlic which fooled him as he thought they were almond flakes.
When asked if we would like dessert one my friends threw down an emphatic "No, just the check!" because the whole experience was just sub par and no dessert nor digestif could possibly save it.
Just as a side note....I know that I'm a short girl but I hate it when I go to restaurants and sit on benches and my feet don't touch the ground. It makes me feel stupid.
The food, the service, the atmosphere....whatever it is that they are aiming for just isn't working.
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