The server recommended the roasted brussel sprouts, which we couldn't eat because they were practically raw. The wine we were served was a different year than the one on the menu, which isn't a bid deal, but we were literally laughed at when we asked about it. We had to ask to have our water refilled and another wine glass brought. Our server brought the check and we had to ask about dessert. He said them so fast that we had no idea what was being offered, so we paid and left. I can't imagine Pomelo lasting in this lovely location if this is the quality of experience it offers.