Kenya W
Google
I wanted to give this place more stars, however, there were a handful of hiccups during the duration of my dinner experience there.
For starters, my date and I got to the entrance, and the petite, dark haired middle aged white hostess lady was hurriedly exiting with take out orders in hand. After almost trying to rush past me, she pauses, looks up and says “Hi?” So I say “Kenya…8pm for 2 people.” She says, “okay you can either sit here between these two tables or outside.” I spotted an empty round table in the rear of the restaurant with a few chairs and asked her if we could sit there instead for more privacy. In frustration, she repeated “No. You can either sit between these two tables, at the bar, or outside.” When I finally said outside, she said great and quickly walked away from me to give the delivery guys the takeout orders. I am not a difficult person. If anything, I’m super understanding. However, as someone who is going to be dining at the restaurant (and her being a hostess) it would have been much appreciated if she would have given us a brief explanation of why we couldn’t have sat at the table in the back. We are paying diners. An outright no is for disobedient children. We are grown adults. A quick “it’s a reserved table for a party who hasn’t arrived as yet” or “I wish I could but it’s unavailable at the moment” would have been just fine.
As the night progressed and I was sitting outside enjoying the night, I began to notice that this same woman would become very hostile and nasty with the delivery guys who were coming into the restaurant to pick up the food. She’d yell at them and say “you can’t be in here!” or “you have to move from here. You can’t stand inside!” At this point, she was giving MAJOR ‘Karen’ vibes because most of these men were of Hispanic, African and Asian descent and a few were not English speaking. When they would not move right away, she’d practically shoo them away from the door while they’d be trying to show her their cell phones with the order they were picking up. It was a sad sight to see! I wish I’d gotten her name so y’all could know exactly who to stay away from (if at all possible). The mean hostess is the woman in the striped t-shirt, hair pulled back, pointing her finger in the photo I took of the exterior of the restaurant.
But let me get into the real reason why we read these reviews in the first place: food and drinks. I had the Dolce Vita drink which was a bloody orange, gin, a little seltzer and Campari. It was delicious! I loved it. I had two! That good! My date had two different beers. He said they were both okay. I don’t remember the names of ‘em. For the appetizer, we had the grilled calamari. It smelled better than it tasted. It didn’t taste that flavorful. Wish it would have been cooked in the seasoning for longer. I had the Limon spaghetti which has Parmesan, lemon and oil. It was good. Nothing to write home about. My date has the Ragu pasta with meatballs and mozzarella. When we first tried his dish, the pasta was hard and super undercooked. He had to send it back to be cooked thoroughly. For dessert, we had the olive oil cake. That was the highlight of the night for me.
All in all, it was a lackluster experience. I wouldn’t recommend. Especially not because of that rude hostess’ behavior. The food was just okay. The ambiance was cute. But everything else was just meh.
