I had heard so much hype about this place that I had to go. My wife and I chose a very cold night a few weeks ago, so cold that I dropped her off at the front door. The first problem we encountered was the "welcome." Pastaria practices the despicable policy of not seating a guest until the full party has arrived on the premises. To me, this is the exact opposite of hospitality and I will often turn on my heels and leave a place which won't let me sit down at a table till everybody is there. So they seated my wife in front of the curtained front door, but she still got the full blast of arctic air every time the door opened.
The space itself is huge and has the ambiance of an ugly factory - a factory in full tilt operation, with attendant noise, bustle, racket and machinery. Highly disconcerting. Highly unwelcoming.
Tables are wooden and space so close to each other that I heard every word of the animated conversation between the two same-sex lovers seated next to us. Highly entertaining, but I do not think that was their intention. Or maybe it was, who knows? Whatever, I learned some stuff that I did not necessarily want to know.
The food. Generally pretty good with one huge exception. I do not prefer al dente pasta and this spaghetti went well past al dente. Not enjoyable at all. On the other hand, the chopped salad was outstanding and an appetizer of ricotta balls also superior. My wife enjoyed her fish.
The service was OK. I liked our waiter a lot - he made up for the institutional lack of manners, was kind, unpretentious and helpful.
So we have a mixed bag here. The food makes it a place I'd like to re-visit, but I won't go back given the other major flaws. It really seems to be a place marred by the management's inhospitable and inexcusable choices. I'm not going to support such an environment with my money.