Has finally closed, thankfully. The problems with this place were many.
Location is a funny, somewhat amorphous concept, but you know it when you see it and you know it when you don't. In the no-man's land area of the Post Road next to the big furniture (or is it luggage?) store where Zole was, well, let's just say it wasn't a place people wanted to be. That is true of everything between Tengda, say, and all the way to the Fairfield line and beyond, but this was a spot particularly unsuited to foodservice.
And the food. Zole's food was boring. Very, very boring.
The first time I went, there was this middle-aged ex-hippie guy and his daughter, and while the food was what I would term "boring southwest", they at least brought to it that certain panche and intangible sense of direction that only an owner who cares can impart.
The last time I was there, the original owners were long gone. The menu had hardly changed if at all, but the people were all different, as was the door being used. What had not changed was the food, at least not for the better. There was, as before, hardly a spicey note to be found.
I could describe several dishes and their relative shortcomings, but the place has closed....What's the point?
Oh and the good news? A Vietnamese place is coming into the space and if they're good I will be there with bells on.