40 Sardines is a perfect example of what I refer to as a ""Barbie Dream Restaurant"" -- some inept, wannabe-chef's naive, hodgepodge fantasy. Just like a purple plastic house with a hot tub and an elevator but no basic livability... 40 Sardines has its own private-label sparkling water in stylish blue bottles and a million ingredients on the dischordant menu, but can't dress a salad or uncork a bottle of wine to save its own life. Whoever designed the menu has a palate like a cow's backside. But, it's a good giggle to read. We ordered two of the most foolproof items from the menu -- the ribeye, and the short rib -- and even those were poorly executed. The only way this restaurant will survive is if it completely revisits its menu, or if it becomes a meat-market bar where people don't sit down to eat until they've had so much to drink that they don't taste the food or notice the service. The sooner they take measures to fix this laughable disaster, the less likely they will be to go under and cost their investors everything. Good luck, 40 Sardines, and get moving.
Pros: so bad, it's amusing
Cons: wasted time and money
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