"My Favorite Bistro" is not a toy, nor a website. It's a restaurant on the haunted NE corner of 72nd and Columbus, where it faithfully follows the long tradition of serving worse than mediocre food.
Do you ever know, deep in your soul, that a place is going to be bad, but feel compelled to eat there anyway? This must be the opposite of chowhounding, but I couldn't resist.
I thought I would post this to go on the record that someone visited this restaurant, which in my Nostradamus-like wisdom, I predict won't be around this time next year.