Very dissapointing and not romantic, as touted. The upstairs room was old and not terribly asthetic. Although our table was one of two most requested according to a hostess, my view was through a tree to a parking garage. My wife at least had a peek at the square below. The wine list was shallow and resembled a supermarket selection. The ""French"" Pinot Noir (not Burgundy) was described as ""French grapes bottled in California""? At $30 a bottle I thought I would take a chance. You would find this one stocked near the bottom shelf. Although asparagus were fresh and in season, the chef chose to use something not local, ditto the hericot vert, which our nervous waiter just loved to repeat over and over. Even though we had 2 waiters assigned to our table, my wife's she-crab soup arrived long before she was finished with her salad course. When the timing mistake was identified, the soup was removed and returned some 15 minutes later served just barely hot enough. The drizzling of sherry tableside was an unnecessary bit of showmanship. I recommend Harry's in St. Augustine here. My wife's mojito was ""not the real deal"" as described by the waiter (who was from Miami). Hmmm, perhaps he could enlighten the bartender? The crab cake was soggy and left uneaten. My grilled flounder with fruit chutney was adequate. The hostess reappeared and I let her know I was not happy at all with the service, mentioning that two other tables had eaten and departed. She removed the apps and the soup from the bill, and could not justify tipping our waitstaff. Avoid The OldePink House.
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