I was particularly irritated that we were blown off when we were pointing out some serious deficits in their service. You would think that the guy in charge of the front would be a little less stand-offish or at least a little nicer to me, regardless of the fact that neither of us was dressed head to toe in versace like half the people currently in their restaurant (it was friday night on South Side - when this part of town turns to party central). I also like how their wait staff isn't empowered to make any decisions worth a damn. You'd think since the place is entirely run cook-to-order that replacing one item of a given price with another of the same exact price would be a no-brainer. Instead it took her an additional 5 minutes to figure it out. Not to mention she thought that they were, in fact, not the same price (though any schmuck could look at the menu section where each of them were labelled as 19 and tell you that they were, in fact, exactly the same price). Mandrake
