I fully expected to see him by the time I finished at this place. It had been recommended to me by the hotel desk clerk. The decor is sheer clutter: junkyard/pirate/Xmas, with Xmas being the unsettling majority (even though it was early Oct). The manager loudly questioned the lady who seated me (explaining that the woman was in training) about why she hadn't seated me elsewhere. I didn't appreciate being caught in the middle of that. The waiter persisted in sliding into my booth as he was taking my order (he did this twice!). (He also recommended that I NOT order one of the desserts I asked about.) When the seafood lasagna arrived, I discovered it had zero taste. It was doughy noodles and lots of cheese. Was there seafood in it? I didn't taste any. The waiter recommended red pepper flakes to give it flavor. This was accompanied by a side of spaghetti with marinara sauce that tasted straight out of the jar. I couldn't eat more than a few bites, and that because I was starving. Seriously, I checked around to see if Chef Ramsay might be busting into the joint (please!), spitting out food and the f-word. Avoid! Avoid! (They did offer me a gift certificate for next day lunch. I declined.) I have no idea why the desk clerk recommended this, but she did mention she'd had a beef dish.
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