Upon first sight of the restaurant its size was lacking, but I hold true to the Saying " don't Judge a book by a cover" and me and my girlfriend entered . The immediate atmosphere was warm and rustic, the walls were covered in a Base black paint and spackled with gold, then rust red paint. Simple abstract paintings of a woman, a staircase and dark colored scenes line the long wall to the right of the restaurant.
We stood near a podium at the entrance and waited for a server to notice us, we had reserved a week prior and had no problem with any wait time, however I imagine that the size requires consumers to reserve. Tables were lined in a row against the wall under the paintings. Black benches on the right and nice comfortable chairs were on the left. The space between tables left very little room for a couple to have any form of conversation without the people next to you hearing every single word. The table to our left not only found no problem in talking but also found it necessary to speak loudly, which wouldn't normally be a problem had they not been 4 feet from us.
The Service was respectable, however the server felt it necessary to work the tables he had as an assembly line, and calling out what he was getting for who and in what order. "I'm going to get your water, then yall's Steak and. . . " The problem was that he was so focused on stating aloud everyone's requests that he would forget it as he recited it, only retaining 90% of it rather than writing it down.
We ordered the Grilled Salmon, and the Lobster Ravioli. Salmon was fresh and 8/10, the Lobster Ravioli was 8/10 as well. overall the Entrees were not bad. The white sauce was perfect for the seafood taste and the chefs were good at their jobs.
It's what happened after our dinner that was different. As the waiter removed our plates from the table, he also removed a small golden "table Scraper" and proceeded to scrape the food scraps from the table onto the plates, and then he put the Scraper back into his pocket. so I couldn't help but to wonder when the last time he had washed his hands or the table scraper, because this was a "fine dining" restaurant we didn't have straws, so his hands were in direct contact with our glasses, so in turn that would mean that scrapings from other peoples tables could potentially be transferred to our glasses via his hands.
Dessert was great but the overall night had me wondering if we would come back.
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