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I thought I was looking at an oil painting when suddenly it moved – it was my waitress.
Foam is not the solution.
The flagship of a fleet that needs an overhaul.
I’m pretty sure I ate cow’s udders and liked them.
The special occasion place for people with bad taste.
If only the spectacular view could fill one's stomach.
Form over flavor.
The only way the tables could be closer together would be to stack them.
The viewing beats the chewing.
Quail with figs had exactly one fig. When asked for more, the waiter replied there's one fig per customer!
If you have no personality, this is the hangout for you.
Service with a grudge.
The maitre d' made us wait to be seated, apparently for no other reason than because he could.
Primary attraction was the small wildlife wandering across the table.
The chef keeps renaming and relocating the restaurant like it’s a member of the Federal Witness Protection Program.
Service so attentive you may have to ask for some privacy.
Take a look at the staff on the way in – that’s the last you’ll see of them.
Other than having gone to hell in a hand basket, everything is just like it was before the sale.
The valet stole my cell phone and called Brazil 11 times.
What is an 'ultra lounge' anyway?
Even their 'regulars' have stopped going there.
Foie gras does not need to be put into a mascarpone cookie.
It has a great reputation among people who don't get out much.
I would rather eat sushi from a vending machine.
Great food amid a sea of shorts and black socks.
Can I vote 'ugh'?
The waiter took my order, went outside to smoke and then waved through the window.
Could someone do something about the uniforms? 1982 just called and it wants its suspenders back.
We could have lived without knowing that our waiter was 'Steven from Long Beach.'
If I wanted to be treated with distaste, I would just stay home.
Our waiter was very unattractive, and this being LA, I have to downgrade the Decor rating.
They make you walk around with a horse stick and blow a whistle. That'll teach you to tell someone it's your birthday.
Overpriced and undergood.
The food may be bad, but at least the service is slow.
It seems that the owner, the chef and I have lost interest.
My waiter was so soft-spoken I thought he was a mime.
Hard to tell if it is a restaurant or drug front.
My office comes here for special lunches, but I wish they'd stop.
The food may have been excellent, but I was choking on the prices.
Staff wanders around as if they were just beamed to this strange location.
Even the ice water had garlic in it.
The only thing healthy about the place is the exit door.
Who said it was ok to expose your chest hair while serving people their sandwiches and frozen yogurt?
The staff is charmingly incompetent.
A good place to go with co-workers you don't like.
I do wish they'd stop sticking a pine tree in every entree.
The No. 1 spot in town for crooked pharma reps to stuff fat doctors full of $50 steaks.
Once you drive through ax-murderer country to get here you are pleasantly surprised by all the people and the buzz.
It’s hard to tell where the food stops and the Styrofoam containers begin.
Suffers from delusions of adequacy.
Took a doggy bag home; the dog refused it.
If this place doesn't get you laid, nothing will.
Saves fuel bills – the heartburn will keep you warm all winter.
The immature eating the indelible.
Like a skunk, it's small, it's cute and it stinks.
Abandon taste buds all ye who enter here.
A Petri dish gone horribly, horribly wrong.
The roaches always get the best seats.
Chef's responsibility is to turn on the microwave.
They put the salmon in salmonella.
If I want a fatty sandwich served by a walking attitude, I'll go to mom's.
Grandma cooked like this, grandpa died young.
Good seafood, but the waiter should be used as fish bait.
Not what it used to be and it did not used to be much.
Duck must have had a long flight – tired, tough and took 90 minutes to arrive.
Portions so small I started laughing – prices so high I started crying.
Have yet to learn that heat is an integral part of the cooking process.
For the price, the lobster should have come via overnight express, not pony express.
'Breaking bread' should not mean you have to use the side of the table.
The quiche of death.
Should shut down the restaurant and just serve the view.