We were in the mood for Italian on Friday night and in the neighborhood, so chose Tomaso's. The food was okay but the service was strange. The waiter kept trying to upsell us, but his behavior was brusque. Since neither of us was ravenous, and the portions we saw being served looked pretty sizeable, we opted against having an appetizer. My husband chose the Sicilian Feast: sausages, meatball, braggiole and spaghetti bolognese (combo of beef, veal & pork). I wanted to keep it simple and just a tad lighter than that, so I asked if they would make me linguine with garlic and oil, even though it wasn't on the menu. "Sure, we do that. No salad? Nothing to start?" No, thanks. We each ordered a glass of chianti classico.
The bread came with a big ramekin full of classic snail butter: butter mixed with a ton of garlic and parsley. It seemed - and tasted - a bit inappropriate in an Italian restaurant. My husband asked for some olive oil instead. When we'd each eaten a piece of bread, a busboy was wandering nearby with a new bread basket, looking for the table who'd requested it (not us). Our waiter pushed him in our direction and told him we'd asked for it. Puzzled, the busboy took our first basket, still more than half full, and left the new one.
We were given a lagniappe, consisting of 4 pieces of bruschetta with a small mound of salad in the middle. This was okay, nothing special, but it was "free," so why find fault? If I'd ordered it, I would have been disappointed.
My husband's Sicilian Feast wasn't bad - decent pasta, heavy and slightly bland braggiole, nice meatball, terrific sausage. My linguine with oil and garlic was dull, dull, dull. Doctored with a bit of his sauce, though, it was edible.
The waiter came by, naturally while we both had a mouthful of food, and asked if my husband would want another glass of wine (his still had several inches left in it). After swallowing, he said he'd probably have another glass, but not just yet. He just wanted the waiter to go away. Not 5 minutes later, the waiter deposited a second glass on the table and quickly stepped away.
When we'd eaten as much as we could, we asked for a check. "What? No dessert?" No thanks. "No coffee?" Again, no. Our waiter appeared to be disappointed that he couldn't raise our check any higher and kept looking at the untouched 2nd basket of bread, which he took away with him before bringing the check - $83. Not worth it, when the only memorable thing about the meal was the sausage and the incredibly commercial and tacky art on the walls.