Mimi's is one those placed where you want it to work out. From the outside, it certainly looks the part. Shyly beckoning as you pass. Whispering a siren song that proves eventually irresistible. Do not be fooled. It feels as though I viewed this experience through beer goggles at first and woke up later with self esteem issues. Not really sure what I am trying to say except that the visage you see from the street that seems quite enticing has no bearing on the food. My chicken pot pie contained the entire chicken (or so it seemed). It had already broken through the crust and was eyeballing the front door when the waiter brought it our table. It looks like the chicken fought pretty well up until the end however. Perhaps with a lesser chef the chicken might have prevailed. In any event I was really bummed. I have always loved faux french food served in a Thomas Kincaid style restaurant. Oh...I'll go back. Cuz I want this relationship to work. The Perdu I had years ago will haunt me it was so good. Perhaps it was just an off nite and maybe thats just the way French folk make pot pie. Yeah...also...the artichoke dip was really really bad too. However, who orders artichoke dip @ Mimi's? I have no idea what I was thinking. But still, it was awful. How can that be? Our seats were pretty good though. I could keep an eye on my car in the parking lot. There is some comfort in that. The chicken suggested I trade in my car for a newer model..but we'll just have to see.