Mr. Swank and I dined there the other night. We were seated promptly (with a reservation). However, there was ONE waitress working the wildly packed room. We waited well over an hour for our entrees. Meanwhile, a table of incredibly drunk and rowdy people -- who were climbing on top of booths, hooting, hollering...I sound like a grandmother, but bear with me -- were monopolizing the waitress' attention. I felt sorry for her plight, but I was also annoyed that she'd stand there for several minutes, bantering with the marg-swilling guys, while we picked at chips and wondered if our appetizers had been lost on Holland Street.
Mr. Swank ordered a pork belly watermelon app. He was told they were out of it, but was later charged for it. It then came to light that a busboy had wandered into the dining room looking for us (waitress was preoccupied), as one last portion had been located in the freezer and he was dispatched to serve it to us. Oh dear.
Also got a cucumber appetizer that boasted enormous chunks of cuke and little else. Mr. Swank enjoyed Sonoran hot dog. My fish tacos and mahi tostada were passable.
The room was incredibly noisy and we ultimately resorted to lipreading.
Hopefully they find more waitstaff. Having one server for a rollicking dining room packed with partiers is unwise.