Well, it was a nightmare. Loud musicians who never took a break, making our conversation a shouting match,
the honoured guest was a friend of the place and all they sent over was nasty little cheese puffs, which I think were free at every table.When you leave the location at 42nd & 9th you have to run the gauntlet of horrifying Guignol types on 42nd st at a late hour. The food was not great, my friend's lobster dish was hard and rubbery. As expensive as my wild bass was, they couldn't throw in some rice or other starch? A neighbor had the blood sausage, which looked hard as a rock and his frites were obviously cooked earlier.Any bistro in town is putting out as good or better food. Josephine's feels like a clip joint, as in, "why is this so expensive and not particularly good"?