it's a small restaurant and the floor is tile. The tables are really close and along one wall are tables set right next to each other; you can literally touch the elbow without straining of your fellow diner. I imperiously with matronly arrogance and senior abruptness, refused the table the young waiter was leading us to. (in the mosh pit) Jean then spotted what turned out to be the best and only good seating area. It was surrounded by 2 walls which cut down on the visuals of masses of people chowing down and also the noise level.
The restaurant did have a large outdoor seating area with some heaters but a loud tenor sax player was out there playing "soft" jazz and neither Jean nor i were interested in having that accompaniment to our dinner.
I had a ragu of sorts with beef and pork and sausage on bowtie pasta and it was absolutely delicious. Bill had pounded thin grilled pork topped with sauteed spinach. It tasted too bland for me but he really liked it. I also had a salad with asparagus (gave the spears to Bill who proclaimed them extraordinarily good) and blue cheese and walnuts and other stuff. The foccacia bread was good and there was olive oil and balsamic vinegar for dipping.
We would go back with friends but not just the 2 of us.
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