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| - I recently went to D'Vine on a Thursday night with a girlfriend. Over the course of the evening we had:
A couple of glasses of some Chardonnay, I don't know what it was, but it was good. The only thing I really know about wine is that I like most of it, so I can't really comment on the selection.
We ordered:
Cheese & charcuterie: SO good! It was surprisingly filling, and the breads they served with the plate were fantastic.
Seared scallops (which I can never resist), and they were also amazing. Nice sized, perfectly cooked, and a good flavor.
Our server was very professional and competent- funny and charming without being a pain in the neck and always in your space. Knowledgeable about wine, but not an insufferable snob. She was great.
We sat indoors for a while, and then moved out to the balcony, which was really nice.
So, the reason I can't give D'Vine 5 stars? The crowd that showed up around 8 or so. It changes so quickly from being a nice lounge into a complete and utter meat market. It was such an uncomfortable crowd, it just reeked of alimony payments and lip injections. Obviously in Ballantyne it's not going to be a bunch of 20-somethings, but you can be older and single without being a desperado. I'm sorry, no 50 year old suburbanite man can pull off jeans with sparkles on the pockets, and no woman needs to be borrowing her teenage daughter's clothes to go out for the night. The food, wine, service, and actual space were fantastic. The other patrons just made me depressed about getting older.
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