So I call Scarpetta on Friday morning to see if they have availability for 2 people that evening. They did. At 8:30. Little weird for such a "hot spot" I thought. So we show up and are seated right away. The space is beautiful and I loved the benches around the perimeter of the room. The bread and dippings served before the meal were just delicious. My wife had the polenta to start and I had the braised short ribs. Both incredible. That's where the good impressions left us. Maybe it was just our waiter, but service was not very good or helpful. We had a few questions about the menu and asked for recomendations. He seemed just as perplexed as we were. I ordered a glass of wine that tasted like it was sitting for days. Whatever. Then there was an unuaually long wait between the appetizers and entree. I like a wait between the two courses, but this was so long, I was starting to get tired. Then the entrees show up and I have to say...just not good. At all. I had the Capretta(goat) and my wife had the beef sirloin. The Capretta was dry and gamey and the sirloin was tasteless. On top of that, which I though was weird, both dishes were prepared exactly the same. Same exact sauces, same exact garnishing, just one had goat and one had sirloin. Thought I'd see more creativity.
One observation that I must make is, and this isn't meant to be rude at all...the crowd at Scarpetta. I just thought in the MPD, on a Friday night, there might be a little different feel to it. I guess with all the recent reviews and hype, the Foodie's were out in full force. Haha, you could hear from a few tables over, "do you taste that? mmmm, ohhh, there's a hint of...hint of what is it? Paprika!" Made for good people watching. Then, seriously, it's been a long time since I've shared a room with so many elderly folks. Not that there's anything wrong with that at all. I love having dinner with my Grandfather when he's up from Florida, I really do. The guy's a little sparkplug. However, it just felt unbelievably similar to what one might find during an early bird special in Boca. I was seriously expecting someone to roll in with one of those oxygen tanks. Whatever, the 92 year old guy next to us ended up taking down a huge scotch and a glass of wine in about 3 minutes and was hysterical.
Bottom line: I'd give it another shot. Maybe on a Saturday night.