EEEEK.. This place STINKS. Â badly.
We arrived soon found out not a soul was in the joint. Â WONDER WHY. Â (obvious non-sarcasm.)
We were greeted by some waiter dude. Â I think his name was Adam. Â Not sure. Â But he asked us what we wanted to drink. Â Fair enough. Â We told him we were ready to order, (we parused the menu outside, it looked decent.) and he took it. Â This was our order, not exadurating. Â 3 salads, 3 soups. Â Easy enough? Â Guess not.
It took AN HOUR. Â 1. Â Hour. Â ONE HOUR!? Â For soup and salad? Â Ugh. Â If that wasnt bad enough, they dont even give you any bread while youre waiting for your meal. Â The have a big pitcher of olive oil out, as we thought for bread dipping, but NO. Â And it didnt appear there was an appetizer menu.
FINALLY, when our food came out, we were perished. Â But again, something wasnt right. Â My mom's salad didnt look how it was explained in the menu. Â MAJOR false advertising. Â Come on now, people. Â She ordered the Caprese salad. Â You've had one right? Â Its the italian salad where sliced tomatoes, motzerella, and basil are layered with a drizzle of balsamic. Â LAYERED. Â This gay restraunt tossed mixed greens in balsamic. Â and laid out the tomato and mozz on a seperate plate. Â WTH?! Â My mom was MAD. Â And, on the menu, it said there were avocados in this salad. Â She got none. Â The chef left it out. Â Real nice. Â Great (NOT) service. Â Way to make us feel special. Â She made them remake it. Â :] Â HAH HAH. Â Weiners.
And get this. Â Our original waiter dude, "Adam", just felt like going home in the middle of our time there. So, right after he brought us drinks, he split. Â Some other snippy girl had to take over. Â I mean, how rude!? Â This shouldnt even be called a Bistro. Â More like a No-go. Â Hah. Â Do yourself a favor and dont even concider this place. Â In fact, why are you still reading this. Â Why. Â Exit. Â Go to the Coho Cafe across the street instead. Â Anywhere else.
:[ Â Overall... AWFUL.