David D.
Yelp
In a nutshell:
The worst. Avoid at all costs unless you like pricey, inedible, store-bought food that is microwaved to order. There is absolutely nothing redeeming about this this place. And be wary of some of the 5-star reviews. I suspect them to be phony. I was duped into going here. Please learn from my mistake.
The longer story:
When I'm in town for work or pleasure, I almost always stay in the Murray Hill area of Manhattan. For dining, I usually head to my standard favs outside of this area.
Last week my daughter and I were on a personal trip, visiting for a few days before Thanksgiving.
It was a cold, rainy, raw day on our final night in town and we were going to see a 7PM show. So, we decided to do an early dinner near the hotel. I found "La Stanza" in a quick Web search. Reviews were pretty decent and the place looked kind of cute in the photos.
We arrived at the restaurant but the doors were locked. We peeked in the windows and it appeared to be closed. We poked our heads into "House of Lasagna" next door to inquire. The host said La Stanza and House of Lasagna were one in the same. So, we grabbed a table. It was really early (5:30ish), so I didn't think much of the place being completely empty less one table with two adults and two kids. The place is small and awkward with an unmistakable hint of Pine-Sol wafting in the air.
We started with the Burrata. It was overly chilled, not especially creamy, and haphazardly heaved on jar-pickled bell peppers -- not roasted peppers as described in the menu. No amount of salt, olive oil, and balsamic glaze could save this disaster.
My daughter played it "safe" and ordered the spaghetti and meatballs. I ordered the Chicken Fiorentina. As soon as we ordered, the table next to us received their entrees. My stomach sunk. Everything they had ordered -- lasagna, Fusili, and Chicken Marsala -- had that tired, re-heated microwaved look. Oh, no.
Within minutes of ordering, our entrees appeared -- proving my theory that the pre-made food was waiting in the wings to be nuked and served. No chance anything here is made to order (or even made). Both dishes had the look of warmed leftovers.
My daughters pasta was rubbery, the sauce tasted fresh out of the jar, and the meatballs were the spongy super-market variety. How can they pawn any of this off as homemade?
My entree was a colossal disaster. The chicken cutlet was tired and soggy. I could sense its embarrassment sitting atop a tasteless bed of wilted spinach and a clear lemony liquid which was in no way the creamy wine/lemon reduction I was expecting. This dish ate as good as it looked.
We poked at the food, kidding ourselves for a bit that it wasn't as bad as it was, but that was impossible to keep up for long. The food was garbage and we were duped.
We grabbed our check, retreated in defeat and vowed to let the masses know that this place should be avoided.