Where to begin? I had heard horror stories about the management and the French owner of this place. My friend talked me into going here because she had always wanted to try it. I gave in.... We arrived around 8:30, the place was hot as hell, I'm thinking they do not invest any of the many dollars they must make back into keeping up the comfort level here.. not a good dining temperature. We sat at the bar where a very colorful character, Tom greeted us. He was very entertaining but seemed a little buzzed himself already. He makes a fine martini for sure. We ordered the tuna tartare which was underwhelming to say the least... there is enough bread here to choke an army with a thimble's worth of tuna to go with it. If this was Uchi grade tuna then I could possible almost see the value but the fish was starting to oxidize and was not pleasant. We ordered the veal saltimbocca and the tagliatelle for entrees.. Blah! The veal was so overdone and tough (hard to accomplish with veal) and slathered in butter that it was inedible.. the pasta, while homemade, was disgustingly overly creamy with no emphasis on subtle nuances.. just a big creamy gut bomb. We were missing Tom at this point, he had disappeared for what I assume was a cigarette break, when he walked behind us to come back behind the bar the odor of nicotine followed him. In the meantime, the manager had taken his place behind the bar and had this condescending, fake b.s. attitude that made our already unhappy stomachs crawl... The kind of guy you expect to find at a used car lot. This was seriously, one of the worst dining experiences I've had in the world and it would have been funny if not for the exorbitant prices these clowns have the audacity to charge for this mess. Avoid.
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