It was deliciously fresh, and there were several varieties in the basket, each heavenly. Paula's kids, Jack and Ellie, didn't stay interested because it was so hard to chew the crusty stuff. They soon wanted to help my son Mitchell with his french fries. Aside from Ellie's multiple trips to the restroom, it was a very relaxing and pleasant dining experience. Then, the bill came.
Prices are a la carte, and entrees are steep.
233 Park Ave. He wasn't too far off. Even though we arrived at 5 p.m. sharp one Friday when the doors opened, it was an hour before the nine of us were seated. The restaurant doesn't take reservations, and they were giving priority to small groups. This was a problem as we had five boys in tow and were risking serious testosterone overload.