This was my second go round w/Eccolo and in some ways it was better than the first; in others it was a hard-to-believe meal of many mishaps. Eight of my colleagues went out for a farewell lunch. The restaurant was lovely, the street festive in the holiday spirit, the menu looked tantalizing. We started w/the Humboldt Fog/membrillo, walnut appetizer along w/Tuscan fries and the fried artichoke w/aoli. Everything was delicious. The fries, sticklike and sliced paper-thin and fried w/herbs, were the biggest hit. The artichokes were tasty, but rather oily. Next came the mains. Two of us ordered burgers and neither was asked how she'd like it cooked. But one said that she wanted it medium to well. The burgers came; they looked lovely. Both were raw inside. Both were sent back. Three of us ordered the chicken cooked crisp under a brick w/a salad of farro, fuyu persimmon, red onion and walnuts. We were eating for five minutes before we all realized there wasn't a persimmon in sight. After being told of the omission, our waitress returned with three plates of persimmon for us to add to our salads. This made all the difference. One colleague ordered the side salad of butternut squash, farro, and red onion. He was partway in before he realized that the orange chunks in his salad were persimmon and not squash! Upon being notified, our waitress said that the menu had been printed incorrectly. The salad was supposed to include persimmon, not butternut squash. What a comedy of errors! Our waitress was a sweetheart and, as an apology from the kitchen, brought us out one of every dessert on the menu on the house. The affogato was good; all the others were very mediocre. Good thing they were free. So I've been there twice...once for dinner, once for lunch. All I can say is, I'm glad I've never paid.