I wish I could recommend this place, there are not many places open in Troy on Sunday evenings, and we were looking forward to something different and trying a new place.
Our waitress put us in a seperate dining room, seperate from the bar area and the tables surrounding the perimeter. It is a long, narrow room with windows over looking the parking area/ alley and the street. the kind of room where you can't help but hear the other conversations. There was a TV on in the room, playing an old movie, which was loud and distracting, and if we had our waitress's attention for any more than the brief seconds she gave us, we would have thought to ask to have the TV turned off.
The menu looked good wtih a variety of seafood items, not all breaded and fried, and some landlubber Mediteranian offers, and several specials available that night. Our waitress took our order, all the while her feet pointing towards the exit, she couldn't wait to get out of the small dining room. Maybe we were in the toxic part of the building and she didn't want to spend any more time in there than neccessary.
Our order of fried calamari appeared quickly, over cooked and rubbery, which unfortunately is par for the course in this area. Our entrees took quite a while longer, but by this time we all were engrossed in the movie. When they arrived the accompaning pasta was over cooked, and sat in a bowl of water wtih a dab of 'marinara' on top. My chicken parmesan was blackened (not as in the flavored blackened - but as in burnt) the ckicken was tough and had more of that 'marinara' on top. Nothing was particulary hot, so how long this sat on the counter is anyone's guess. My husband had the Mediterranian pork chops which according to the menu are simmered in a tomato sauce with peppers and onions till tender. These chops had not simmered in anything, they were gray, dry, tough and tasteless. His pasta also sat in a bowl of water. Our companion's dinner didn't rate any better. The 'marinara' was a dark reddish-brown color, had a very peculair beefy taste and was loaded with dried herbs.
After several attempts at trying to make the best of our meals, we all reached in the bread basket to find very stale slices of cold bread. No surprise there, I guess.
So, back to the plot of the movie, and eventually our waitress pokes her head in the door and yells the 20 feet to our table, "How's your meals?" Hmmm, gee, didn't think she was that concerned, so I replied that we needed some containers and the check, please. About ten minutes later she ventured in with the check and dropped several containers on the table, on her way out she said she brought us a bunch of containers because she didn't now how many we would need.
My husband paid the bill and left a generous 20% tip, becasue he is a kind and generous man. We never saw our waitress again, and took the food home to feed the dogs.
What a shame, the place has such potential. And here is a tip to restaurant owners and managers everyhwere, no television in the dining room, please! If we wanted to watch TV while having dinner, we would have stayed home or gone to a sports bar. Although, in this case, the TV served us well.
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