Got jammed because of a cocktail party in the Lower Quarter yesterday evening and had nowhere else to turn before our movie.
Don't bother with Fiorella's, although the food is fairly good.
It's very cramped and the service is abnormally sub-par. We were seated on stools at a shelf in the corner, facing the wall. Of course, we had trouble getting the waiter's attention for drinks refills and anything else.
They brought my small Ceasar Salad after my entree when I had specifically asked for it as an appetizer.
My wife had munched her way through her appetizer and
we were well started on our entree's. I assumed it had been forgotten: NO apology! The waiter just pushed our plates apart (While we were eating, no less and put the salad down in between. That's right, there was no other room on our shelf).
When I asked how the salad had gotten lost, waiter-boy got huffy and began to take a self-rightous attitude ("I don't know, the order was right under the chef's nose!") When I told him that I didn't want the salad
this far in the meal he got even huffier and said I would have to talk to the manager if I wanted an adjustment to my bill. He DID NOT remove the salad.
Of course, I DID want the salad off my bill, so I spoke to the manager and he reluctantly agreed to knock it off. But, of course, waiter-boy knew at this point that his tip had shrunken to the size of his you-know-what and he became even more invisible and oblivious. It took our standing up and preparing to leave to get our bill. I usually tip 20% on top of total with tax, but I left him about 8%.