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| - We went here during Restaurant Week. The place looks great, kinda like a wannabe cuban druglord's compound, with an old movie playing on a projector. Very cool. I felt underdressed here without a beard and commie cigar.
Unfortunately the food was excruciatingly forgettable and the service was insulting.
It's hard to recover when your guests walk in to be greeted with a glare. Not a word, even after we asked for a table for 2. And it's not like we were rude or dressed in overalls, we're quite a typical looking yuppy couple. I was huffed at when I asked where the restroom was...sorry, don't people ever pee in fake cuba?
The fish was overcooked, dry and flavorless. It completely relied on its accompanying sauce, which was very flavorful. The veggies were overcooked but seemed fresh otherwise.
The dessert was embarassing. It was one of those thawed frozen perfectly trimmed layer cakes with the paper slices that you can get at GFS or this place called Dream Factory. It's sad that desserts are so rarely found made in-house in restaurants anymore. But for the amount they're charging, you would expect some socialist worker pride put into it. In other words, flavorless - cold temps kills flavor and sweetness and if our cake could shiver, it'd rattle the table.
I didn't want to pay for the food, nor the service. But I did, because thedecor made me feel pimp for a day.
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