Visited after prime dinner hours. Wed. at 9pm. Picked out a table and on way to wash hands I tripped over a very dangerous and unlit ramp on the way to the restroom. Owner looks at me on floor and says nothing. . .two customers help me to my feet.
Waiter sort of glances my way, surprised that I stayed to eat. 10+ minutes to have order taken as waiters keep running past my table. 8+ minutes more to get ordered glass of wine. Moules (mussels) arrive and they are good. Ribeye ordered 'black and blue' after asking if this was possible. It arrives rare but not charred as desired. Another tall waiter wears cowboy boots and makes a horrific racket as he stomps across the plywood floor covered with indoor/outdoor carpet. Waiter asks if my knee is okay.
I say ". . .sure, the bleeding has stopped." Scraped pretty good from the brillo pad carpet. Owner walks past a dozen or so times, and avoids eye contact. All the staff seem to be friends with several of the diners, who receive most of their time & attention, sitting at tables, air-kissing, etc. Previous resto at this site was Donatello which is now gone. Clueless as any place I've ever been--most restaurant problems are fixable--perhaps this locus is simply cursed.
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