Still new to the Main Line (we've been here less than a year,) there's is much that we haven't tried out here in terms of the local restaurant scene. Recently, on a quiet Saturday night, the fiance and I decided to sample one of the classic local italian byo's. Our favorite variety. What's better than enjoying a smooth merlot over bruschetta and linquini marinara, dining al fresco, with your sweetheart?
Our meal was excellent. I'd give it a 8.5. They brought a fresh bruschetta which was delictable, my penne a la vodka was perfect. My fiance ordered a dish with white sauce "fra diavalo," which the kitchen did make right. Still delish. No big deal.
The thing was, when it came time to pay, despite the stickers on the window that they accept credit cards our server told us the credit card machine was broken. Fiance obliged and trotted across the street to the ATM that was within sight. Before leaving, I popped inside to use the restroom and saw at the hostess' stand, servers swiping credit cards through the machine like nobodys business. This all happened within 5 minutes. Why would our waiter lie? Its common for small BYO's to be cash only for whatever reason, that's their choice, but to tell a (while small) bald faced lie to your tables so you can, what, stash an extra $5 bucks and short change the bus boy? I don't get it.
Loved this place, but have am a little salty about this weird end to an otherwise lovely date night with my honey. Later I learned the owner is known to be a shadester and that the kitchen is on the verge of a cholera outbreak. Oh well. Haven't decided if the food was good enough to go back!
Salut!
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