My regular Friday night place is the Dupont Italian Kitchen on 17th St. I know: it's predictable and rather ordinary; but you can at least count on the food being satisfying and decent. It's not fabulous but it's reliable and sometimes it's even good. It is what it is. And the service is usually dependable and normally friendly too.
For a change, this past Friday night we were in the mood for something a little more upscale so we walked down the street to Vivo instead. Big mistake. I ordered a salad to start. It never came. The waiter evidently had more important business judging from the animated cell phone conversation he was having back in the open kitchen. When the entrees arrived 40 minutes later, the wild mushroom lasgana was deluged with a tomato sauce too salty to eat. A pizza was doughy in in the middle and covered with dried herbs something of the consistency of hay.
I'm so glad there are choices on 17th Street.