The formula may be getting tired. Expensive Americanized upscale sort of Italian. Unchanged for years. Dark, almost too dark to see if the meat is rare (it will be if you so order), loud crowd at the bar, everything moderately overpriced. The previous theme of too much salt has been toned down a bit, the recipes have absolutely no imagination or zing, but the ingredients maintain their quality. You start with a complementary salty oily spicey zucchini prep, a few slices of salty salami, a chip of good hard cheese, a routine bruscheta with one (and only one) mussel, and a bread basket most notable for absolutely fantastic garlic toasts. Then you get some pasta or maybe a salad, adequate but that's all. Pick ap, entree, sides, dessert. The food is good, never bad, never great, always overpriced. Same for the wine. Same for the dessert. You won't scare your boss here, but I would only go if someone else is paying.
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