Friend and I had 7PM reservations Friday. Even that early the place was buzzing. Upon entering, I noticed the highlight of the evening: the HOTTEST [male] bartender in the city.
We were immediately seated downstairs, by the street window. Very, very dark lighting and the most uncomfortably loud restaurant I have ever been in my life. In fact the table next to us asked to be moved to upstairs. At one point a group of women began to laugh, one painfully shrill, and I actually winced. And I am deaf in one ear. Could hardly even hear the waiter - who I seriously think was stoned. As my friend commented, "I see his mouth moving, but I have no idea what he is saying."
Looked at the lengthy, not very well-priced wine list. I had a few questions and asked 'Spicoli' for the sommelier. "No, we don't have one. He opened the restaurant then left. How about that?" He in no way offered any commentary to the list at all. No help was available and the list had many esoteric offerings.
Food: Ordered 2 piccolini. We ordered them with the wine, a Sicilian which was very tight and acidic. Upon request, it was quickly decanted. Not 5 minutes later did Spicoli come over: "So do you want some piccolini or a little something with the wine?" Me: "Um, yes, we ordered some already." Spicoli:"Oooohh, yes. You did. Right, ok."
The fried cauliflower was very,very good. After the bartender, it was the highlight of the meal. Stuffed mushrooms so salty and just not good. My main, the rabbit involotini, had flat tastes. The room was so dark that I really couldn't figure it out in detail. Tasted like a stuffed chicken breast or something from a wedding/charity function. My companion loved her double porkchop. Dessert: the tartalucci with salted caramel. Cheap butter cookies that grandma takes from a tin during the Christmas holidays. The caramel was bitter and very sticky/thick. I felt foolish for having ordered this.
As we were leaving the two hosts stood at the door hovering over the computer. We stood there with our coat tickets. Finally had to tap one on the back to get our coats. One returned with the coats, handed both to me and went back to his colleague to hover over the computer. I was a bit ass-y and said, "Thanks, I guess I'll help her with her coat, and she can help me with mine." Host: "Oh, huh? You want help with your coat?" Me: "Should I have to ask?" Both hosts then helped us with our coats.
I gotta tell you though - the bar looked rocking and a lot of fun. I'll give the place that.