When we arrived, the hostess asked us in stern seriousness if we had a reservation. I said no. Hmmmm, she replied and looked down at her little table. Then she looked around the nearly deserted restaurant, searching to see if we could be seated. Finally, she determined that we could sit at one of the many deserted tables. Then, the waiter continued this bizarre show of snobbery, seriousness and shallow knowledge. Which in hindsight, I'm glad for all of this, because otherwise, outside of the interesting architecture of the space, the place would have been immemorable and unremarkable for the food. Perhaps these kids think they're practicing to work in a ""real"" restaurant. I hope not, because they appear to have confused attitude for substance in what makes for a good restaurant.
Pros: Olive oil and bread
Cons: bland food
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