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in a word: overrated.

first of all, we walk into the place and were dumbfounded.

where do i go?

instant irritation.

deep breath.

okay, walk to the back of the place, still no hostess stand.

we stop a server and ask.

the bartender/host helps.

he asks if we have a reservation even though clearly there were tables available.

we were seated at a table and i set aside my initial reaction.

we tried to embrace the atmosphere, the ever-increasing decibel level.

romantic? hell no.

we ordered fries. i have a thing about ordering fries at a nice restaurant. i cannot resist.

they are fabulous. the aioli is fabulous. the crab salad is good (read: i hate obvious cilantro flavors).

after trying to have a conversation, we stop.

we listen to the noise around us.

the pork tenderloin with sweet potato puree and roquefort butter arrives.

the steak tartare arrives.

we dig in. and with each bite i am less impressed.

the pork tenderloin was chewy, and the tartare looks like a raw hamburger patty.

gross!

irritation and heartburn settle in.

our christmas dinner, tainted by indigestion and frustration.

hot ticket in town my ass.