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| - I had reservations. I always have reservations. So when I arrived and was told to wait for nearly eight minutes, squeezed in a very narrow entrance with a dozen other patrons, my patience grew ever thinner.
I was situated immediately outside of the kitchen, which I found to be a pleasant spot actually. But after I examined the floor plan of the restaurant, I came to the conclusions that there possibly could not be a undesirable table throughout the entire place. This was smart decorating, and such ambiance is a very difficult achievement.
Also, it's one of the few restaurants I've visited where the lighting was actually just the right temperature. It complimented the space, and the food that was to come. I am beginning to forgive the initial wait upon arrival.
It was myself, and two lady friends. One my best friend, the other a complete trollop. they were both dressed fabulously.
I honestly don't remember what we ordered, and frankly, my reviews isn't focused on food. The best food is always home cooked. For me, going to restaurant is about the company, the environment, and the service.
What I do remember is that the food is alright, and it won't get anymore than an alright from me.
The highlight of the night is when my spice craving friend repeatedly ordered so much hot sauce for her mango shrimp, the chef, and both of the owners came out in utter astonishment in the amount of red goo she was applying to her entrée. Which led to an awkward conversation between us and the restaurant staff.
Linda Restaurant, it's like waking up after a heavy night of partying, turning to your side and finding a stranger, but not feeling the need to sneak out.
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