Imagine tepid and heavily herbed jerked chicken fingers, vertically impaled on skewers, fanning out of a well-ripened cantaloupe wedge. So, know that Illusions is very much in the rough cut right now. You will no doubt wait an eternity for very kind service, then see your courses suddenly begin to pile up on you. Register a complaint, though, and David Katzman sees that you are compensated. We were for that horrible sashimi experience, and another time, at lunch, when we called ahead and were assured a magician would be performing.
Illusions is all lofty high ceilings and multicolored hard surfaces, so decibels rise precipitously.
A busboy drags chairs and slams them against tables, swats them with towels. We compensate by nearly screaming. Fun, though, truly comes by way of those dazzling, tableside magicians. Wish that Illusions could be as magical as its illusionists. Dinner 3 p.m.-1 a.m.