Tonight my husband and I went to Fusco's to celebrate our anniversary. It was our first visit. I wouldn't go back. Let me explain. The owner barely greeted us. He seemed angry and preoccupied. The ambiance is irritatingly hustle-bustle and loud, with formulaic Frank Sinatra music and vases of used wine corks. It's almost a parody of what a "typical Italian" restaurant is supposed to be like. We ordered. My husband's steak was excellent, as was his wine. Things were looking up. But the first clam I tried in my linguine with clam sauce was rubbery. I tried another and it too was chewy. Our server promptly offered to have the dish prepared again and whisked it back to the kitchen. Moments later, a cook appeared with a menu, brusquely and unapologetically suggesting that I choose something else to eat, as there was nothing wrong with the dish. He then turned and walked away. I was stunned. I declined to order another meal and instead just sat there, trying to understand what had just happened. Our poor server seemed embarrassed by the whole episode and tried her best to make the rest of our evening pleasant. She was the bright spot in an otherwise terrible dining experience. There are so many wonderful restaurants in the metro Atlanta area; this one is truly not worth the time and expense.
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