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Roberto's - Great meal, but low-class, vulgar owner


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Roberto's - Great meal, but low-class, vulgar owner

Skillet Licker | Nov 12, 2006 12:46 AM

First time to Roberto's. The two of us arrived at 3:55 on Saturday (they open at 4:00) and there were already about 10 people seated.

We started with a special of sauteed shrimp and scallops in a butternut squash sauce. It sounded interesting and proved to be a fabulous one-of-a-kind treat.

One entree was veal picante, in a sort of spicy green and red pepper-studded white sauce that was far more satisfying than it may sound. The other entree was fettucine in a light cream sauce with fresh shaved truffle - a $55 special. They shaved the truffle tableside. It was quite good, though curiously lacking in truffle aroma and flavor. In addition, we shared an exceptional penne in tomato sauce - one of the most elementally flavorful versions I've ever had. A caraf of house Montepulciano satisfyingly accompanied the above.

We each had a pretty good tartuffo and espresso to round out the meal, which was surprisingly excellent. In fact, we were already planning our next visit when gastonomic horror struck.

It was now 6:00 and we were liesurely winding down our meal when a waiter plopped down the check. We paid it continued to chat for a bit. One waiter after another came over to ask if wanted anything else. We didn't. All we wanted was to relax a little before leaving. True, there were many people crowded into the bar area awaiting tables. But spending a little over two hours enjoying a meal is hardly unreasonable (even though we noticed that the average turn over was just over one hour), especially when spending $250.

Then the unthinkable happened. A man I took to be the owner came over and brusquely asked if we had a good dinner. We said we did, and he said grazie and walked away. He said it curtly and sharply and without the slightest hint of graciousness or hospitality. In fact, his tone, demeanor and attitude - especially when coupled with the prior harassment by the waiters - communicated a single unmistakeable message: "Get the f*ck out". Bear in mind, we had JUST finished dessert and coffee. We did leave. But we did so with decidedly ambivalent feelings about the restaurant (hence the title of my post).

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