I bought their GroupOn quite a while ago ... before the semi-recent comments re: the FH location
beginning to slip.
We arrived ~6:30PM and were seated promptly. The dining room on the north side was full. The
east dining room was closed. The west dining room was essentially closed for what seemed to
be a kid's birthday party.
Service started-off slow, and remained slow. Bread arrived, hot. Drink orders were taken and our
waiter said they'd be out in three  minutes. They were not written down. ~Ten minutes later the
drinks arrive. Mine is wrong, wildly so. I ordered a Moretti and was served a mixed drink. The
mistake was corrected promptly with serial, profuse apologies.
We decided to share an appetizer. They had a calamari appetizer on the menu and on the
'specials' sheet. The difference? $2 more for cherry tomatoes and artichoke hearts. We opt'd for the one on the std menu. Our waiter said that calamari doesn't take long and that they'd be out in
three  minutes. ~Ten minutes later the order was delivered. The calamari was hot and
properly prepared. The marinara dipping sauce was quite flat. It was of the thick variety and
tasted of tomato paste ... no layered/complex seasonings or tastes.
The salad was iceberg, romaine and a few croutons. Chilled, nicely dressed with a vinegarette and self-served from a large-ish bowl. A good execution of a basic salad.
The entrees ... my bride ordered mussels di mare. A huge platter of medium+ sized mussels
with spaghetti noodles, dressed with a light sauce. It was properly prepared and the flavors were
I ordered the Italian Trio; a bit of chicken parm, lasagna and fettuccini alfredo. Again; the waiter
wrote nothing down. A plate was delivered that was drown in marinara. There was obviously food
on the plate, but it was not immediately recognizable. The waiter is gone ... as I'm extracting the food from the pool of marinara ... it becomes obvious - wrong meal, waaay wrong meal. Looks
like veal parm with a mountain of angel hair pasta. I dislike angel hair pasta. The waiter is not in
sight. Nobody is in sight. I decide to eat what I'm served.
The busboy happens by. We flag him down and ask for a menu and our waiter. The waiter
insists I ordered veal parm. Not a chance. I ask, how would you know, you haven't written down
a thing all night? Crickets. He offers to correct it in three  minutes. I decline. He offers to comp
the meal. I decline, explaining, I'll eat what was served, please correct the check. ~Ten minutes later a plate with the lasagna & fettuccini alfredo arrives. I am pleasantly full and just pick at it. The
The fettuccini alfredo is good. The lasagna does not impress.
We were out the door ~:8:20. Quite a long dinner for what it was (or wasn't). I stifle the urge to tell him to buy a pencil, tablet and clock. I really doubt that we will return.
Is the no-writing schtik their standard practice? (I was not seated where I could observer other