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| - We had dinner here on Saturday April 28th. My husband and I along with our friends, another couple, were greeted and seated at a six-top. Knowing that modern restaurants sometimes do the communal seating thing, I took a second look at the table and wondered if we would be getting two strangers sitting down later (which we didn't want). The hostess disdainfully asked if something was wrong; I asked if we were going to be joined by a two-person party later. She rolled her eyes and said no, and walked away. Kind of rude, but our waiter was fine and I was there for the food anyway.
The food we ordered was overall amazing, especially the much-discussed burrata with grapes and the salted caramel pudding. The latter was served, upon request, in four small cups so we could split the portion. Spaghetti all'Amatriciana was also really memorable; it had a nicely rounded yet garlicky bite and was one of the best pasta dishes I've had recently. We had a bottle of wine, four appetizers, two mains, and two desserts, which was plenty for four people. Came to around $250, which seemed reasonable.
The food was great, but there was one happening of note, and my review wouldn't be complete without it...
At the next table over, two women were seated some time after we began our seating. One of the women placed her jacket on her chair and went to the restroom. A moment later, we smelled something burning. When my female friend and I looked around, we quickly saw the source - it was the woman's jacket, which she had accidentally placed on her tableside candle! The flames had consumed most of the sleeve, and the fire was growing quite rapidly. Somehow her companion failed to notice it, and my friend and I immediately grabbed our own water glasses and doused the flames. In such a small restaurant, everyone -- patrons, waitstaff, bartenders -- noticed the commotion.
Amazingly, the women didn't thank my friend and I (or even acknowledge it, like, hey, thanks for putting out that fire I started!), but what actually kind of peeved me was that our waiter gave us a casual "thanks" and then rushed two complimentary flutes of champagne to the women. I believe the manager also apologized to them as well. But we weren't sent over any shots, drinks, desserts, apps, or anything at all from the restaurant. In fact, we then had to wait about five minutes for the waiter to refill our water glasses. I understand giving the women the champagne to brighten their evening and soothe their annoyance, but I was surprised that we weren't sent anything by the manager or even properly thanked.
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