both diners & food had bad plastic surgery. truly, i do not understand the appeal of this restaurant, and i have a food service background. i took a friend who is an avowed foodie here for a birthday lunch, and we were both disgusted by the experience. each of us ordered the soup of the day, a red pepper cream which was velvety textured and zesty, and arrived as expected. everything went downhill after that. she ordered a smoked chicken fettucini entree in which the only discernible flavor was salt. the pasta was coated in a gummy cream sauce the texture of wallpaper paste. my roasted pork tenderloin sandwich arrived open-faced on what looked like a hoagie roll from kroger's. three quarter-sized coins of lukewarm pork topped each side of the "baguette", which was coated in congealed melted cheese and small dollops of blackberry preserves. it should have been accompanied by a mixed green salad, but instead came with a giant heap of ice cold, greasy shoestring fries. for the price point, we expected nothing less than perfection from this establishment. worst of all, the restaurant is chef-owned, and chef salum was in the kitchen when we were there. even the decor was unpleasant. the austere, monochromatic interior attempts to be chic, but comes across as sterile instead. this would be forgivable if it were acting as a neutral palette to show off exquisitely prepared food, but that was far from the case. despite the incredibly horrific food, the restaurant was filled with well-heeled, artificially pretty patrons who wanted to be "seen" dining there. is there no taste in dallas?