AH, THE JOYS AND AGONY OF NEW YORK DINING, THE RIDICULOUS MYSTIQUE, THE FOL-DE-ROL OF THE FOODIE BRIGADE. ISN'T IT STRANGE THAT THERE IS HARDLY AN UNALLOYED, PERECT DINING EXPERIENCE? EITHER THE ROOM IS AN ARCHITECT'S TRIUMPH, BUT THE WAITE STAFF IS SNOOTY. THE FOOD IS TOO EXPENSIVE AND THEREFORE DISAPPOINTING, THE FOOD AND ROOM ARE FINE, BUT THE ROOM IS SO RAUCOUSLY NOISY THAT YOU CAN'T CONVERSE AND HAVE TO SHOUT, ADDING TO THE GENERAL CLAMOUR. OR YOU LIKE THE FOOD, BUT YOUR COMPANION DOESN'T.
I LIKED I TRULLI, BUT MY DATE WASN'T IMPRESSED. I WAS DISAPPOINTED AT UNION SQUARE. I LIKED MOMA. WE BOTH DID. OH, I COULD GO ON AND ON . THE QUESTION WE ASK EACH OTHER IS ,"WOULD YOU COME BACK?" ALAS THE ANSWER IS TOO OFTEN,"NO!"