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Started well, ended horribly. The gentlemen behind the bar were good natured, helpful and attentive. The wine burger served with bone marrow topped with roasted mushroom was very tasty; I wish however that I had held out for puree (mash) as the McDonalds-style fries did not do the meat any favors. The complementary cup of garbanzo and lentil soup with a basket of bouncing fresh bread was a great way to start the meal; the bread pudding a lousy way to end it as the latter was the creation of a chef who doesn't understand or approve of bread pudding, trying to make it crunchy and dry for some reason. The tea that could have washed it down tasted more strongly of the chlorine in the water than its dried-out bergamot.
What impels my low grades, however, are the nastiness and stupidity of three women who should not be employed in the service industry: the waitress who brought another diner to be seated and shoved my dessert plate unceremoniously across the bar and barked at me to move my bag; the maitresse d' who demanded to know what was wrong when I asked her to just take payment and let me leave; and the unctuous, clueless manager, chatting with friends on the sidewalk, who also felt entitled to detailed explanations of all "my problems" without discarding the cigarette smoldering in my face. The restaurant is otherwise so stylish and accommodating - snazzy bathrooms, stunning array of liquor atop its mirrored bar, sophisticated-looking fellow diners. My advice: Fire the women.
