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| - This place is nice, I love the location and the ambiance but it suffers from the same thing that pretty much everything I've tried along this stretch of 7th Street suffers: it's just not very good. I came for the promise of authentic Italy but I found that just about everything I ate, including the proscuitto bruschetta appetizer and the shrimp scavolini (with a side Greek salad and grilled asparagus) was downright bland.
I'm not a saltaholic, but It's not just the salt that's lacking here - although it was lacking. It's flavor of any kind. No rich tomato flavors, no discernible garlic flavor, no discernible herbage of any kind. The generous helping of kalamata olives that came with the dish were good - but this only proves that the chef can open a jar. To be fair, the asparagus was fine and the salad dressing was delicious - but the salad was otherwise ruined by being composed entirely of feta and romaine lettuce. No tomatoes, no onion, no cucumber. Well, maybe one bit of cucumber.
Similarly, the wife did not particularly care for her meatloaf, parsimoniously served, gamey and weakly coated in a sauce that tasted like straight ketchup. She had to salt and pepper her potatoes but said that they were pretty good after that.
If this is how they do it in Italy, then I guess I have one less reason to visit Italy.
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