Maureen V.
Google
Decided to stop in for a glass of wine and something small to eat.
I was excited when the seasonal menu (for lack of a better term) said “carciofi alla romana” and “carciofi alla giudia”. I asked for the “alla romana” and my wine.
The wine came along with olives and cornichons. The wine was good, as were the little pickles; I don’t eat olives.
One of the servers brought a carciofi alla giudia to my table. When I said that it wasn’t what I’d ordered, that I’d asked for alla romana, she told me I was wrong and started arguing with me.
She finally checked with the other server who then came over and said that the alla romana wasn’t even available, so I couldn’t have ordered it.
Trust me…I know what I ordered.
The basket of chips cacio e pepe was good, though it could have used more of the cacio.
Then I sat. And sat. And sat.
I was never asked if I would like another glass of wine, though I had tried to get the servers’ attention. And when it came to getting my bill, I was ignored for a solid 20 minutes. They had checked on all of the tables near me, though.
If I were asked, I’d recommend against a single person going to your establishment, simply by how I was treated.