let me tell you my experience at freemans. I wasn't even going there for dinner. My wife and I just left a dinner party in SOHO and decided to stop by freemans to see if the chef that set up the original menu was there. We arrived late and the host catwalked across the floor to greet us with a glass of wine raised in his hand, a trucker hat on and a courdory jacket with patches on the sleeves. I'll never forget that. "Wow i said. You guys are busy. How long is the wait?" The host replied, "longer than we are open." Holly shit, did he just say that? In reply I said, "well we're not here for dinner, we just came by the see a friend, she is the chef here. the host replied, "name dropping will not get you a table." Okay i said, "is Tavvo here? I know him from a restaurant where i used to work. I am a chef and he was one of the regular customers there". Ohhhh. He replied. "you're a chef, you know the chef here and you used to work with her! let me get you a seat at the bar he said". No, no. Just tell the chef that i was here. and if you can remember my name, tell Tavvo i stopped by............they never got message. I do wish them luck though. It looked like a fun place..........