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I'm not really sure
what I expected at this place. It's not as if I expected Shangri-La
or anything, but from the descriptions I read, I might as well have
been walking into the second coming of the Sistine Chapel. The platitudes
upon platitudes lauding the decor and architecture of the space turned
out to be a load of bunk. It had all the class and distinction of
my grandmother's condo in Florida. The gilded mirrors and low-slung
chairs added to the illusion. I am being a bit harsh here, but when
you're expecting Raquel Welch from 2000 B.C. and you end up with Gwyneth
Paltrow, you can't help but be a little disappointed. The second disappointment
came after having to wait an hour past our allotted reservation time
to be seated. Now slightly inebriated and starving like a model during
Fashion Week, we were led into the very tightly packed dining room
to sup. We quickly noticed how on top of each other we were; how the
dude next to us was due to have LASIK on Monday, and the woman in
front of us was cheating on her boyfriend with her 22-year-old female
assistant. Okay, that last one was made up, but I was buzzing, and
it sounds like a great story. In any case, I'm sure everyone around
us could hear me oohing and ahhing over the wonderful choices on the
menu. Ultimately I ended up with the tuna tataki appetizer, and the
soft shelled crab main course. Both were absolutely delicious, and
tasty beyond the horrendous amount of cash they were costing me. The
bill ended up being huge, honestly, but most of it was the $100 bottle
of wine we were shamed into buying after the waiter pooh-poohed our
first, considerably less expensive, first choice. So despite my initial
disappointment, and our insanely long wait, I can't help but recommend
going here, if for no other reason than to feel the love that only
a molting sea spider sautéed in butter can bring. [MF]
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