This is a beautiful space. The food is not very good. The waiter assured us that the kitchen perfectly cooked meat. My medium burger didn't have a trace of pink; my friend's medium steak was bloody. Then there were the pierogies, covered with caramelized onions, sweeter than any onions I have ever tasted, as sweet as corn syrup. Yuk, yuk and yuk. To top it off, the wait staff couldn't even keep my glass full. It went empty and sat there at least twice.
My friend is a 'foodie.' He paired the too-sweet pierogies with some prosciutto and declared, 'I get what they're trying to do.' Maybe food can be art, but I don't want food that makes me think. I want food that tastes good. I don't think that's a lot to ask.