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| - Company is a prime example of what is wrong with the American craze with "Tapas-style dining." It's an excuse to halve or even quarter the portion and tack on a few extra dollars to the price tag. Those of you who have been to real tapas places in Spain know that while the portions are on the smaller side, if you order a few plates you'll be pretty darn full. Stateside, it seems as if the trend veers towards "single panko-crusted green bean." FYI, that'll be $10. That's exactly what you get at Company: teeny, tiny, uninspired dishes.
Now, I'm all for tasting a wide variety of unusual or off-the-beaten-path dishes. If you've got yams hand raised by blind zen masters in the fertile volcanic soil of Mt. Who-gives-a-damn, I want to be the first to try them. You won't get anything so original at Company. Just a bunch of run-of-the-mill, generic tapas dishes. You have duck potstickers? Really? Never had those before! Seared Ahi? Quel surprise!
Service was lackluster, unless surly waiters in blue jeans and silk-screened t-shirts are your thing, in which case consider this your Mecca. They even forgot to bring out our last dish until we reminded them a few times that we were still waiting (and still starving, I might add.)
One star for the delicious cocktails in the lounge adjacent, which are half-off during their unadvertised happy-hour (no wonder this place is dead!) Try the Sexy Clean.
Take a pass on this one.
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