The bants is legendary at this establishment, but the menu underwhelmed, with its collection of the blandest, simplest dishes from the world’s great cuisine. Even a recent graduate of culinary school can reasonably be expected to execute a passable Tagliatelle alla Bolognese or Kung Pao Chicken. It was an insult to our tastebuds, although the broccoli jus served with the homemade Alphabites was the one saving grace.
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