When I try a new restaurant I always have this feeling of optimism that something magical might happen. In the back of my mind I reason that in the worst case I won't love the food or some aspect of the ambience but at least I'll have a new adventure. After a first visit to 3 Thirty 3, I'm forced to extend my definition of worst case to getting insulted by the staff and forced to pay for food that never arrived. Not quite the magic or adventure I was hoping for.
Cons: worst dining experience ever
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