I guess I'm just not that hip. When I go out for a romantic meal, I don't want to feel like I'm sharing it with my husband plus the strangers at every neighboring table. Is a little elbow room such a bad thing? Anyway, we had ourselves transferred to the patio for a little more privacy. This was fine, but why do two person table have to be sooooo small? Every time a new item comes to the table I feel like I'm in some sort Vaudeville act, trying to rearrange all the pieces, balancing saucers on my head.
Adding to the clutter, every menu was attached to a board with a rubber band. The wine menu was about ten pages long. I had to remove it from said clip board to read the top few lines. Not having a lot of disposable
income we chose the least expensive white at $36, for which we paid dearly. Not only did it have a screw top, but it was horribly sour and bitter. Guess what? There are decent bottle of wine in this vast world of ours that are not exorbitantly priced, taste good and have a cork. I'd be happy to recommend a few.
We skipped starters because of the shear expense. Luckily, they served almonds and olives with coarse salt on the side which were quite nice (the highlight of the meal in fact).
Now for the main event. I had three rubbery, bland scallops a top a gooey, overworked squash puree with a pool of bacon grease. My husbands fish was respectable, however the mayonnaisey slaw beneath was inexcusable.
Needless to say, we also skipped dessert. The thought of giving this establishment anymore of our dough was just too painful. I'm really not sure how they've stayed in business so long.
Pros: Olives and almonds with coarse salt
Cons: Everything else
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