I thought I walked into the women's washroom. What an arrangement for the washrooms for a middle eastern place. I walked in confused as one can be and I see "M" and "W". Simple but confusing when their is no separation between the two and the stalls are right in front of you. I look to my left and a girl is doing her make up who runs into the stall as I see her. So confused and maybe embarrassed that I was in the wrong area I run into the stall that I have now figured out belongs to the men`s side. For a moment I thought I was the actor unknowingly being filmed in a Bollywood movie with the turn of events that took place to warrant me to write an entire paragraph on their washroom situation.
So despite my comments the food was quite decent. I liked the chicken and presentation. I like the ethnic sufi wear they where wearing as servers. I liked the clean décor.
Back to the bad again though. Service. Fail! Why? My friend got his Sujuk 15 minutes before me while I waited for my shish tawook platter. The shish tawook platter was $14.99 - a bit high for an average restaurant with minor service. The cups that we initially had on our table for water had some water in them - do they clean them after a customer leaves? I took my chances on that one. The bread came at the end of the meal? I thought bread was an appetizer, shouldn't it be placed as the first thing? I mean, I am not a foodie, but I would think these are standard things.
I was quite excited about a new Syrian restaurant since the last one that opened near my home, Damas. I would say they are an equal pairing of different interpretations of Syrian décor and food. Try both once I say!