This restaurant had such amazing reviews that I came in expecting a magical dining experience. Instead, I found myself wondering if these ratings were the result of bribery, hypnosis, or an inside job. As for the food, if you enjoy salt by the pound, you’re in luck. Every dish tasted like it had been prepared by someone whose only seasoning experience came from salting icy sidewalks. Flavor? Overpowered. Balance? Nonexistent. The atmosphere is pure chaos. Imagine a packed stadium, but everyone’s seated and shouting over overpriced plates. If you came here for a peaceful meal, let me save you the trouble: don’t. The service matches the chaos. Plates are whisked away before you’re even done, leaving you feeling like you’ve accidentally wandered into a dining relay race. There’s no time to savor anything, not that you’d want to. Let’s say warm hospitality wasn’t on the menu. The staff look perpetually annoyed, as though serving you is a favor they’re begrudgingly granting. And then there’s the price. For food this unbalanced and service this rushed, the bill felt like an insult. Fine dining prices for cafeteria-level execution. You could get better value at a food truck—at least they let you finish your meal in peace. After experiencing this, I honestly have no idea where the rave reviews came from. Do they have a higher tolerance for noise, salt, and disappointment? Whatever the case, save your money and your sanity—this place is not worth the hype.