I had inquired about Last Supper Club and Luna Park last week via this board, so I thought I'd report back on my visit to LSC on Sat.
My overall impression is that the affordable prices are compromised by average food, friendly-but-lacking service and a really bad space (at least where we sat).
We ordered the fontina cheese fondue (served with grilled bread) and two salads comprised of radicchio, escarole, anchovy, egg and parmesan to start. The fondue was underwhelming and I immediately regretted ordering it. I always feel like I'm taking a risk ordering more bread as an appetizer when I've got plenty of it for free in front of me. Well, we took our chances and lost. The salad was just fine, although I was dissapointed with the lack of anchovies. It must have been infused into the dressing, but it was light enough to please my girlfriend who hates anchovies.
For entrees, we ordered the octopus, the mahi-nmahi, the lamb and the steak "involtino." I tasted all of them (save the steak), and all were fairly ho-hum...fine, but nothing to write home about. Most entrees topped out at $16. The lamb was $22.
Our server was incredibly friendly. But that did nothing to alleviate the long (and I mean LONG), unpleasant waits at every stage of the meal. We were seated promptly at 7PM, and didn't end up leaving until after 9:30PM!
We waited a long time before they even uncorked the bottle of wine we brought. The wine glasses we were given for that bottle were cheap, red wine glasses. The glasses that we were given for the second bottle of Ridge Zin we ordered were cheap white glasses! We were slightly disappointed that our corkage wasn't waived once we purchased a wine off their list (as seems common in neighborhood places like Frascati for instance).
It was certainly loud (had to repeat ourselves many times), but that never really bothers me. Of course it depends on the occasion, but I generally prefer a boisterous atmosphere to a staid one. And this place was certainly packed, which brings us to the space:
Four of us were crammed into a space shared by three other tables, way in the back near the entrance to the kitchen. IMHO, that space was meant for no more than 2 tables, max. We were literally on top of each other. Everytime someone had to go to the bathroom, another person at another table had to get up. No one was upset, since we all just laughed at how silly it was to squeeze us in, but obviously, not ideal. Add this to the fact that once you actually stand up, you're always in danger of slamming into the constant stream of harried staff whizzing through the narrow "ailes." I felt like I was on that nerve-wracking, short Yerba Buena/Treasure Island on-ramp to the Bay Bridge! There may have been no anchovies that night, but there sure were a lot of sardines.