firstly, never go out on a prom night. the helmet-headed schmucks and their off-the-rack hopeful conquests sucked up all the premier seats leaving us in coach(the bar). this simply meant commensurate service. the salad was slightly over-dressed, and under-rendered. the pears were soggy. the slightly tardy entrees compensated for the aforementioned delay. the chicken was well balanced, risotto aromtic, and the spinach was yum. in fact, the pork shoulder would make an orthodox reform. to take this review to a higher level, suprise me with greater gastronomy, and happy ending service.