Mark Shaw
2008-08-10 17:10:46 UTC
Food: great. I had a bistecca ensallata - basically a wedge salad
with gorgonzola and a parmesan-cream dressing, with bacon and some
other stuff I can't quite recall at the moment. Before that, we
shared some fried calamari with two kinds of sauce. This was
pretty good, although they also fried some medium-hot pepper rings
with it, and the effect was a bit strange.
For an entree, I had the lasagna bolognese. This also came with
two sauces, and without the silly curly pasta - just normal sheets,
and was pretty simple otherwise. Good stuff.
For dessert, they serve little cups of creme brullet, cheesecake,
and such - this was nice; there's very few things I hate more
about American dining than having no dessert choices that come in
portions smaller than your head.
Atmosphere: not great. First of all, it was too noisy to talk to
anyone not sitting right next to you. TVs were on, but then again
we were eating in the bar area, and they were tuned to the Olympics,
so whatever. And the bane of north-Metroplex existence: children
running here and there, bouncing on their seats, babbling nonsense,
under very little control by their handlers.
Service: terrible. One of our party never got her beverage, until
her husband went and retrieved it himself from the bus station. He
waited nearly twenty minutes for his (which had to come from the bar,
or I imagine he'd have gotten his when he got hers). My scotch,
ordered with a splash of soda, came with a splash of tonic (tonic!).
We were rushed - they brought the salads before we were done with
the appetizer, and the entree before we were done with the salads.
Oh, and they brought me the wrong dessert, but by that time I really
didn't care.
So, I would recommend it, but I'd suggest going on a slow night and
probably later in the evening. And ordering the courses in stages,
so they can't hurry you through the meal.
with gorgonzola and a parmesan-cream dressing, with bacon and some
other stuff I can't quite recall at the moment. Before that, we
shared some fried calamari with two kinds of sauce. This was
pretty good, although they also fried some medium-hot pepper rings
with it, and the effect was a bit strange.
For an entree, I had the lasagna bolognese. This also came with
two sauces, and without the silly curly pasta - just normal sheets,
and was pretty simple otherwise. Good stuff.
For dessert, they serve little cups of creme brullet, cheesecake,
and such - this was nice; there's very few things I hate more
about American dining than having no dessert choices that come in
portions smaller than your head.
Atmosphere: not great. First of all, it was too noisy to talk to
anyone not sitting right next to you. TVs were on, but then again
we were eating in the bar area, and they were tuned to the Olympics,
so whatever. And the bane of north-Metroplex existence: children
running here and there, bouncing on their seats, babbling nonsense,
under very little control by their handlers.
Service: terrible. One of our party never got her beverage, until
her husband went and retrieved it himself from the bus station. He
waited nearly twenty minutes for his (which had to come from the bar,
or I imagine he'd have gotten his when he got hers). My scotch,
ordered with a splash of soda, came with a splash of tonic (tonic!).
We were rushed - they brought the salads before we were done with
the appetizer, and the entree before we were done with the salads.
Oh, and they brought me the wrong dessert, but by that time I really
didn't care.
So, I would recommend it, but I'd suggest going on a slow night and
probably later in the evening. And ordering the courses in stages,
so they can't hurry you through the meal.
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Mark Shaw moc TOD liamg TA wahsnm
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"Seven years of 'American Idol' on the same network that gave us only
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Mark Shaw moc TOD liamg TA wahsnm
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"Seven years of 'American Idol' on the same network that gave us only
one year of 'Firefly' [is proof there is no God]." - Rachel Lucas