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When my girlfriends suggested going here for a girl's night out, I was so excited cause I'd "never been there"- or so I thought.
I got there before the others for our reservation, and the hostesses who sat me were really sweet. Our server got me water immediately while I waited. He was really dry and deadpan, but wasn't rude. That's just his personality, I guess.
We started out with these four little rice balls with some overly vinegary dipping sauce and some bread that tasted like any old sourdough from Publix. That was $20 right off the bat.
One of my friends got redfish, one got a salad, and two of us got the agnolotti ($24). The sweet potato filling of the agnolotti was pretty tasty, but the actual pasta, itself, was rubbery/slightly crunchy as if our food were sitting under a heat lamp too long.
Three of us were underwhelmed with our dishes, but at least the salad was decent- according to our friend. Two out of the four of us weren't impressed with our French 75 and negroni, either. A negroni- when done properly- shouldn't taste medicinal.
Against her better judgment- and my warnings- my friend got the tiramisu....with SESAME SEED OIL. The heck? As someone with an Italian background, what kinda bastardization is that? I've seen a lot of iterations of tiramisu, but this one took the cake. As someone who lived in S. Korea a half decade, it tasted like I was literally eating espresso-flavored Korean food. Normally, I love Korean food, but one thing that's almost always prevalent in it is the addition of sesame oil. While it's amazing on Korean cuisine, it does NOT belong in an Italian dessert.
The one highlight of the meal was my dinky citrus tarte. I will give them credit- it wasn't half bad. But trust me, we didn't need the four spoons to "share." Ha! And it wasn't $12 good.
The worst part was the seating. The place is so tiny and the booth backs weren't angled at all, so your back is just stiff as a board vertically. I'd just done back extentions at the gym that day so I was in pain at that straight upright angle for almost 2 hrs. That, and as a short person I never have an issue with my legs bumping others peoples' under a table, but I kept having to switch my legs being crossed different ways to avoid my friend's.
When we were walking back to their car on Morris, my friend pointed to a corner restaurant and said, "That's where they used to be so we accidentally parked in the wrong place." Suddenly, my mind was jogged to a time a little over 5 yrs ago when I had BEEN to their old location and- lo and behold- was absolutely not impressed with their services, food quantity, and uncomfortable seating then either! I'm also amazed they relocated a block away to a store front equally as tiny. Not sure that was such a great investment, but hey.
Lesson learned. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, well...you know the rest.