We checked out the relatively new 33 in the site of the doomed fairytale restaurant that that woman never got off the ground (next to Bomboa, around the corner from the Hard Rock). It's a cool space, has an Asian feel in some respects starting with the entry to the little lamps and light wood slats on the ceiling. The bar has constantly changing colors which is interesting but a kind of silly schtick, and too dark when it turns to blue. It was pretty dead at 8:45 on a Fri. except at the bar where we really wanted to eat. Yet they asked us if we had a reservation and then brought us to the very back corner. I asked if we could sit more in the middle of the room but those tables were *supposedly* reserved for later yet one was still empty when we left and the other just got someone as we paid our bill. Ended up on the smoking side of the room just to get better seats. In addition, the waiter had zero personality. He was perfectly competent, I think I've had him somewhere else, but he never cracked a smile and offered nothing to the dining experience. I'd just read the mediocre review in Boston and have to agree, it was nothing special. I had the duck and the leg was good but the breast part was cut too thick. Came with a little asparagus and roasted potato ($26). My friend had penne w/ smoked salmon which was fine ($19). She had a 33 martini which was tasty ($11) and I had a glass of Cote de Rhone ($8), nothing on the dessert menu grabbed us. The review had said how the half French/half Italian menu was awkward and I agree. I had an amazing meal at Marcuccio's when Charles Draghi worked there but nothing wowed me this time.