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| - this is a sad review for me. it's one of those "what the hell happened to my favorite italian place in arizona" realizations.
i have been going to pasta brioni for so long now, i can't remember the first time BUT i will not forget my last time (and i am not coming back). for years we had looked forward to our brioni meal and the veal (pounded very thingwith a small salad on top - always a special they have, never on the menu). my grandparents have been regulars for years and know most of the people there. when i asked my papa if he wanted to go to brioni, he said "let's do North instead" - but i really wanted the veal and my sister wanted to show her boyfriend our old fav. i should have listened to papa. since the owners changed it's been a steep downward spiral.
i should have known from the get-go that this was going to be a bad experience - the host, who was nothing like the definition of his title, didn't as much look our way when supposed "regulars" were waiting to get to their table. he was too consumed with something else (maybe the havoc in the kitchen??). so we found our way to our table by ourselves (thanks buddy, you didn't even say hi), and sit down ready for the veal! oh guess what, the veal is only served on weekends (WTF, since when?), so i put my disappointment behind me and ordered the chicken the way they prepare the veal. when asked if the same chef was around, they said "yes, the same guy for 12 years now," (i somehow don't believe that line) the beet salad i ordered was bad. the calamari was good. and now to the grand finale of the shitty brioni experience....our main courses.
my grandfather got his linguine & clams first, and when I say first, I mean 10 minutes before the rest of us and almost 20 minutes before my grandma got hers. poor poor timing in the kitchen. especially to make an older lady wait for her food, not cool. my grandfather didn't complain about his food being there (he always starts eating before any of us and never waits, we're use to it). as we all waited and waited and waited for my grandma to get her food, ours was getting cold, we began to eat ours and 10 minutes later, her's came. and guess what she got?? wait for it....wait for it....CHICKEN. damn, who knew chicken took as long as a souffl? my chicken, prepared thinly pounded with a salad on top, was sub-par, not to brioni standards and i had to shovel the ENORMOUS salad off of the top of my chicken to another plate for about a minute until i could actually see the chicken, and there was still salad on my plate. i think they threw the whole bag of mixed greens on top. everyone had OK meals...but it was the service that killed it.
when we tried to find our waiter or possibly a manager or maybe someone who might be in charge of this mess of an operation, they were no where to be found. my grandfather got up and "spoke" with someone in charge and explained to him that we will never be back and thanks for the horrible service. i'm sure he was "nice" about it, as any disgruntled italian grandfather would be. finally our waiter came back but it was to explain to the other table next to us why their food was not coming out...and in the middle of this, the rude host came over to yell him right in front of our tables. very professional. so our waiter tells us that as a consolation prize he will buy our dessert. oh wow, thanks buddy. our dessert came and they didn't even throw in tira misu. no, just some odds and ends they have leftover it seemed like. it was horrible.
as we left my granfather said, so everyone could hear, "we're never coming back here." true dat papa.
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