Phillip Burum
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I wasn't sure how to rate this place. I ordered my favorite dish, the one by which I judge all new Italian places, Chicken Piccata.
Nothing was bad, but it wasn't good either. The house salad was as basic as could be, with the bonus if some random FOD that I just moved to the rim. The chicken, where do I begin? How do you boil a chicken tender and also make it tough? The sauce was bland; the capers being the only thing with flavor. It completely lacked lemon. It's weird because the pasta wasn't dry, and it appeared to have "stuff" but it just didn't taste like anything. It was as if it were sauced with unsalted butter.
The dish would greatly benefit from actual chicken breasts, butterflied and pan seared. Some malliard reaction would do wonders for the lack of flavor and presentation both. I mean, we aren't in the UK and we don't have to boil everything.
The restaurant is clean and bright, but it's also sterile. There's Italian music of some sort playing overhead, but the tables are void of anything, no decorations, no seasonings, just, empty like the parking lot.
Service was good, being both friendly but not annoyingly clingy.