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It might have been a bad day for everyone at Tavino.
The kitchen seemed to have missed its chef; unfortunately I have no other theory as to why we had to wait an hour for two pasta dishes that, when we finally got them, tasted like baby food.
The venue was basically empty: me and my party, another couple, plus a waiter and a bartender.
Both in service were sweet and cute, but stressed because of the chef, who evidently was looking for a needle in a haystack. This is now my second theory that would at least explain the hour-long wait for child-like food.
There will probably be no more return visits for me.
But if by some unfathomable reason I end up here again, and my experience is the opposite of this, I will do what the chef could not: deliver a new review immediately.
It might have been a bad day for everyone at Tavino.
The kitchen seemed to have missed its chef; unfortunately I have no other theory as to why we had to wait an hour for two pasta dishes that, when we finally got them, tasted like baby food.
The venue was basically empty: me and my party, a...
