Insipid fare and the soufflé that wasn't...
By A Yahoo! Contributor, 1/26/09
Don't take my word for it. The German couple seated not six inches from me had the same reaction (intimate meals are one thing, but in a half-empty restaurant shoehorning people in at nose-hair distance is ridiculous). The souffle di carciofi sounded intriguing as a starter, but it should be more accurately renamed warmed-up soggy bread (think day-old french toast consistency) on Knorr's artichoke soup thickened up as paste. This ignores the forlorn radicchio and frisée naked without dressing tossed onto the side as an afterthought.
The stunned Teutons got their portions first. His grunt and grimace at what I first thought was an amuse-bouche was noticeable. I thought it entertaining, until I realised that the object of his derision was what I had ordered. Okay, so the main course was not bad: veal with mozzarella and white truffle. But five star food? Not on your life. So who cares if some celebrity author chose the place to hang his hat whilst writing one of his ripoff novels. Leaving a few of his books out on view smacks of desperation, methinks.
Neither couple stayed the course, passing on the sweets. I have only bothered to write positive reviews before, but these folks were off their game.