Cibo Detroit — Restaurant in Detroit

Me, 25 Male, and my lovely buddy, 23, Evan, were trotting along the sidewalk enjoying the lovely weather. With finals running up my spine, this was an anxiety soothing trip. Evan seemed awfully relaxed and laid back. How? With all this rush of anxiety I can't even imagine laying back! My back is stuck in place like a pogostick, disincluding the bounce. Back on track. Me and Evan notice some burning behind a alley. Probably meth creation brewing. At last, we walk past and are jumpscared by a homeless man standing there. I jerk back, grabbing onto Evan. Thus this feels like I was playing a original Five Nights At Freddy's game when they were first made. The hillbilly was much taller than both me and Evan. I bet it bites. The "man" falls to his shriveled knees and starts begging like a Victorian homeless child. I back up and pull Evan back with me. For his sake. The man starts venting about being homeless and in desperate need of food. Evan looked agreeably uneasy about the situation. I lend a hand and help the man up. Once the fello looks away, I rummage as much hand sanitizer on my palms as humanly possible. Not here to get another sickness. The man goes into great detail about his situation. His name was Hikory Khris Highfien Jollgigle. At least I believe so. His voice was so dusted up like my dear Granny's Yeezys, I couldn't make sense of it. But something inside of me feels sorrow for the old busted up radiator of a soul. There was a Restaurant closely near. This one. Cibo. That's how I and my majestically lovely best friend ended up here. We enter the luxurious building. Its large and welcoming with a radiant aura blooming off of it. Its a much more delightful placement than that dingy restaurant we went to last time. It'd be ever so splendid to spend such a majestically based time with Evan. If we were, ALONE. Still caring the messy blob of a being around next to us, we approach the register. The menu was fit for a man like me. Proper fancy delights that would make any other Brit ring with delight. My ever so close and loving Evan got a salad. Personally, I think no meal is set without some form of fish cuisine. But of course , I'd never judge Evan. Mean while, we ordered a pepperoni pizza for Hickory. Not much of my best interest. What a bland choice. Tis for the go, so that's probably for the better. And besides, I fear that the fello has never had any other regal meals . Or yet even seen any, up until now. Chances are, he's probably surviving off of tic-tacs and suburban restaurant throw out scraps. We take a seat near by until our food is ready. This time, I acquainted Evan closely . Sitting right next to him. But trotting along, Hickory decides to make himself comfortable, and squeezes right between us. Splitting me and Evan apart. I swear I felt the faint fading off molecules of hope for this to go well, evaporate. The man was so unpleasantly scented, that the air around him was warm. I looked over at Evan. At least I tried. The man's hunch back was so crushed over that I couldn't even see my dearly appropriated and adored mate. Then, just then, the man leaned on Evan's shoulder and let out a stinky sigh. Evan is a victim. I was holding back the desire to sock this hobo right then and there. He's all up on my friend. And it's very infuriating. I don't want to make a scene tho. I'm a gentleman. And also, I can't take public humiliation. I just pray that it won't bite him. I can't take another trip to the doctors, even if it's not for me. The waiter comes over, unaware of the misery I'm strutting through. She asks if we are ready to order. And I prepare to tell her that we have already ordered at the front desk and are waiting for our to-go meals. Until HICKORY lets out a agasp squeal of surprise. And then has the audacity, to start flirting with the waiter! Calling her all these pretty names like "sweet cheeks" and "big buns honey bun". What a way with words. I slowly turn my head to him, trying to give off the body language that this ISN'T okay. But of course, he...

Upon our first time arriving at Cibo for food and drinks, we were greeted by a classy, dynamic woman named Aura. She was dressed impeccably - also wearing a top hat and that simply set the tone for a great evening! We told Aura it was our first time there and also that we were interested in exploring the place as a potential location for our daughter's upcoming wedding events: room block for guests, rehearsal dinner/brunch, afterglow, etc. She immediately took us by the arm for a full tour of the entire space from the rooftop to the basement game area. As we toured the various spaces, she successfully built a vision in our minds of ways to create a memorable experience at Cibo/Cambria. In the process, we learned a ton about the building; its history and future plans. This was inspiring! The entire building from top to bottom is absolutely beautiful with an incredible vibe unlike like anything else that l've seen in Detroit. It's rather unique because it has an elevated feel but it's also very welcoming and friendly - a great place to relax with friends at happy hour or getting dressed to the nines and enjoying a special occasion. The decor is beautiful. The music is great, and it feels like part of Detroit. When you walk into Cibo, the return to historic art deco style mixed with a Mediterranean flair brings you back to burgeoning Detroit of the past, but the music was vibing and there was a vibrant clientele. This is a relaxed but not sleepy place, elevated yet affordable (happy hour menu is delicious ). Aura spent a lot of time with us making sure that we gained thorough information about the Cambria, but she was also extremely helpful beyond. Once we were seated, she introduced us to our server, but continue to check in on us and ask us how our experience was going, and she just really took us under her wing and made us feel welcome cared for, and that our experience was her priority. It was a uniquely rare exceptional service experience that completely sold us on choosing Cambria for our wedding needs. We will be having guests coming in from Italy and many people from out of town and we can't wait to show this place off! Whoever hired Aura has found a treasure! We have returned 3 times in the past month and every time we are there, Aura, again and again...

We stayed at the hotel (very nice, very friendly) for a couple of nights last weekend. Had reservations here on Friday evening. Food was excellent! Only complaint about atmosphere was that our server was a little soft spoken and we were seated inside the glass room in the corner and the acoustics were terrible so everyone in there was speaking louder just so their company could hear them. Other than that, the atmosphere and decor was nice, However….. our server! Based on watching her try to open our tables bottle of wine, I don’t think she had much experience serving. We began with a bottle of white wine for a couple of friends, a glass of red for my wife and a martini for me. When the martini was gone, I waited for our server for over 5-minutes to order a bottle of light beer but she never came back so I went to the bar where she was standing and asked if she could bring me a Peroni beer. I went back and sat down, waited another 5+ minutes, then finally just went to the bar and ordered one myself. I never did get the one I ordered from the server. After the beer I got myself was gone, I ordered another beer from the server and my wife ordered an empty white wine glass so she could have some of the bottled wine. Again we waited 5+ minutes and nothing! So I went back to the bar and tried to order my 2nd beer of the night and an empty glass for my wife when the bartender informed me that our server felt I should no longer be served!!!! 1 beer and 1 martini, I’m staying at their hotel and Kiki (our server) decided I’d had enough! Our party consisted of me, my wife, two of my wife’s friends and my 16 year old daughter. We were not being loud or obnoxious, and Kiki cut me off!! Everyone at my table thought it was hilarious because of how ridiculous it was! I spoke to the manager Jefferey (very nice, very professional) and he even said just by speaking with me he could tell I was fine and couldn’t understand why I’d have been cut off. He went and got me a beer himself. The kicker was that a 20% gratuity was added to the bill, which normally based on everything else with Cibo, I’d have added at least another 5% but because of Kiki I almost had another talk with the manager but decided to just pay the...