For years, my friend dangled a Michael Symon meal for when I ended up in her neck o' the woods. So call it intrigue or built up expectations for our eventual dinner at Lola.
The menu seemed predictable for a swanky establishment. When it came to deciding on an entree, nothing really stuck out. Our server gave us his three recs: chicken, pork, or lamb. Service was pleasant and efficient. We shared the crudo and I decided on the roasted chicken, my friend ordered the scallops. All of our dishes were well-portioned. We could've just gone straight for the entree. Overall, I was expecting more. Was our dinner well-executed? Yes. Would I return? Probably not, though I respect Lola's place in the city's food scene. Perhaps a bit too stuffy and businessy wine-n-dine for a gal like me.