The owner/chef, (consistent with most of his brethren), is loathe to actually cook your steak, so if you want him to do more than pass it fleetingly over a flame, abandon all hope ... order pasta instead. I have an aversion to feeling like I'm performing surgery in the middle of a restaurant, and had hoped that my strenuously expressed desire to at least be provided with a steak that was "medium" to the waitress would be adequate to ensure that at least enough heat had been introduced to the meat to assure cauterization, but alas, no such luck ... and the waitress made it clear that the owner/chef was in no mood to compromise when my meal was delivered.
Additionally, if you want to actually have a conversation with the people you are dining with, ask to be seated as far away from the owner's jazz ensemble, which is situated in the midst of the dining area, as possible.
The waitress was absolutely superlative. That notwithstanding, we shall not be returning to this establishment.
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