I finally succumbed to all the hype regarding Frasca, suffered through their insufferable reservation system and showed up for dinner with my wife and two friends. The first thing that greets you is the high noise level and "intimate" table placement. You might as well be eating at one giant community table. But, gladly, we weren't there for the conversation, we were there for the food. I guess our first mistake was having the audacity to start with a bottle of Prosecco. Our server's expression indicated that he thought we must be a bunch of provincials since we would drink a mere $32 bottle of non-champagne. Unrecogizable but very trendy looking and miniature appetizers appeared followed by similar entrees. It seemed that more effort was taken trying to create bizarre combinations than in trying to achieve excellent taste. Dessert, however, was stellar. Whomever is the pastry chef does wondrous things with chocolate. But, that was not enough to salvage the night. Add to that exorbitant prices. My conclusion is that this place is riding the wave of lemmings who want to believe that this is cutting edge cuisine but won't admit to reality. The chefs and staff at The Kitchen, Mateo, Aji and the Flagstaff House have this joint beat hands down.