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| - My friend and I went to dinner at Primrose before Cher's show at the Park Theater. My friend has a rule: Never go to a restaurant that hasn't been open long because they're still working out the kinks. That might have been the case this night. But the evening got off on the wrong foot right away when they tried to seat us right by the kitchen, with heavy traffic going past us constantly. (Someone please tell me why restaurants always do this to two women having dinner together. Please, because it's happened to me all my life. Hello, restaurant people, it's 2017! Women tip as much as or more than men do! We have big jobs, too! We're paying customers, too!) So we had to ask for a different table. The hostess suggested eating in the "living room" area, which seemed like a good idea because it was quiet and quite a lovely room, though it's mainly used as a lounge. But the hostess said we could have the dinner menu there, so we agreed. This is where we met the kinks. If you're going to serve dinner in that room, then be ready to prepare the table for dinner. We had to ask for *everything*---napkins, silverware, salt and pepper, sugar for my tea. Nothing was there for a dinner setup, of course, but no one brought it until we asked, and then they weren't very quick about it. Our reservation was two hours before show time so we wouldn't have to rush, but we spent so much time waiting for everything that we actually became concerned about getting to the theater in time.
I ordered the rotisserie chicken and my friend had ratatouille. We both give the food two stars out of five. The chicken was dry and burned in some spots (frankly, I've had much better rotisserie chicken from Sprouts). Framing the chicken were a big clump of burned, but still hard, cauliflower on one side and a big clump of burned, but still hard, broccoli on the other. The rest of the vegetables (potatoes, onions) were meh. My friend's ratatouille was well presented, but as she ate it, she said things like, "This is really weird," and "I've never had ratatouille like this before" (and that wasn't a positive comment). She also asked for bread (sourdough), and three big, burned slices arrived with something on the white part that looked like burns, but apparently was olive oil poured on it. It looked very unappetizing. She had to ask for butter. All in all, a very disappointing meal. Couple that with service that screamed "We don't care!" at us all evening and I'm pretty sure neither one of us will be going back there. When I say that the attitude seemed like they don't care, it's because whenever we asked for something we shouldn't have had to ask for, the staff barely acknowledged us and went about their business, taking far more time than they should have to bring what should have been brought out right away after we were seated.
If you still think you'd like to try Primrose, wait a while until they get their act together. And ladies, if they try to seat you by the kitchen, ask them why they want to put you there. I wish I had.
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