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| - I'm not sure about this concept. I'm sitting here in a virtually empty, beautiful restaurant with palpably bored waitstaff. None can be bothered to smile. The restaurant serves a fixed menu for brunch so I have no choice in my lunch. This would be fine if A) there was at least a choice of an a la carte item or two or B) if the server spoke audibly enough so that one could hear what was on the day's menu.
The first course was comprised of two scones, both uninspired but fine enough. These were followed by a plate full of admittedly delicious - I mean, really nutty and smooth - prosciutto with a dollop of fresh ricotta. Figuring out how I was expected to eat it was interesting... do I schmear the prosciutto in the cheese? Do I wrap it around one of the accompanying bread sticks? No matter - it was tasty even if a bit strange.
Now I'm working on an absolutely perplexing salad of bitter greens, sliced radish and leeks. Raw leeks. Who in the heck eats (or serves) raw leeks? A more thoughtful or interesting dressing would help, but as is I kind of feel like I'm trying to eat a bowl full of stock veggies.
(Oh, man. The music just cut out and it is sooo quiet in here. This is a little awkward.)
My fourth course of quiche and a meatball has arrived. It is also a bit confusing (quiche and a meatball?) but it is supremely delicious. The crust on the quiche is flaky and just perfect, while the custard is light as air, flavored with thyme and reminiscent of Thanksgiving. It may be the best quiche I have ever had. As for its friend Meatball, it too is quite good. The meat mixture includes ground mortadella, which imparts a unique flavor that - you know what? - isn't half bad with a forkful of quiche.
The final course of two slices of cake - one lemon and one spice - has been packed to go because I am stuffed and also because I kind of want to get out of here. So, briefly, my take-aways:
1. Please don't serve raw leeks.
2. Maybe have a chalkboard out with the day's selections so diners know what they're in for?
3. Smile, people! You're salaried, and there's some tasty prosciutto in the kitchen. Maybe snag a slice or two and cheer up a bit?
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