Not a good look for Hubert. The skirt steak was cold, and I struggled cutting it with a legit knife. Fingerling potatoes hidden under the leather were undercooked and lacked flavor even drowned in au jus. Would've been late to our show had I sent it back, so we sucked it up & soldiered on. My guy's ricotta raviolo looked so shamefully skimpy & sad, but I didn't wanna offer him any of my grilled cardboard instead, so nobody won.
A shared tomato & burrata salad arrived well after our entrees and was our only glimmer of alright.
Lastly, nobody likes getting tricked into $12 Pellegrino or Fiji...I could've gotten a whole 2 cases of Bud Light Strawberritas for what we spent on water alone.
This place is an obvious trap for convention-goers with corporate expense accounts who are silly enough to think the food might be good. This girl won't be back.