Not a good experience. I hope they read this review.
Went with wife and another couple. This place has all the pretense and price of a big city upscale Italian restaurant. Unfortuneately it is not. An Eastside Mario's is more Italian.
I wanted to unwind with a drink before wine. Seemed a little too complicated for the waitress.
Asked for a Rob Roy....she giggled and said "thats funny, what is it?" I told her the bartender would know and she said "no he wouldn't" Good thing I didn't ask for a Negroni.
Okay lets try again..."Then what can he make"......."Ummmmm,....a martini" she said. "Okay" I said "I'll have a martini" At this point I just want to get it over with to save embarrassment for the others. They had gone ahead and ordered a bottle of wine.
"What kind?" she asked...Huh
This middle age guy is aware that bastardized martini's are considered hip with kids so I told her just a good old fashioned martini please.
"Okay...gin or vodka" she asks. Oh God I'm thinking...."Gin!" Ummmmm do you want shaved ice or cubes.... WHAT. I can hardly believe my ears.
Well I got my martini....sans ice, warm and occupying the botton third of a cocktail glass with two giant olives.
From there it played out how you'd expect. Appetizers rushed. The pecans encrusting the rack of lamb had a burnt taste. One of the diners with an allergy to nuts asked if they could prepare a rack without pecans and the waitress told us they couldn't because they are all made ahead of time. The tirimisu came with a big knob of ice cream.....you get the idea.
Funny but on the way to dinner I was relaying an experience I had a recent dinner in rural Indiana where I was served a chilled bottle of red wine with a frosted ice glass. But the real kicker was the when the waitress was dumping a bunch of dried herbs and salt into a saucer of oil to dip the complimentry bread in.
"Is that olive oil?" I asked....."Hell no" she said "we'd have to charge for that!....I think its soya"
Other than the bill Casa Domenico wasn't much different.