By now you know I'm a fan.... Went there Saturday night and there were about 4 tables filled out of the whole dining room (Memorial Day Weekend) which has about 13 or 14 tables. Upon entering, the waitress told us to have a seat. I spotted a table on my left which was already set up with place settings and approached the table. The waitress then said," not there--we are seating by sections." Sections? I never knew there were sections and I've eaten here many, many times There were people seated in that so called "section" but we humbly moved along. She directed us to an unset table in front of their toilet door. If the table were any closer to the toilet door, people using the toilet would have had to say excuse me before entering. Comically, or maybe not so much, a few of the patrons asked us if there was anyone using the bathroom before entering. My husband asked me if we were bathroom monitors and commented that in his days as a junior high school teacher in a raucous neighborhood part of his teaching program included bathroom duty where he was required to sit outside the boys' bathroom (with another teacher in case of big trouble) for one period a day. "Am I a bathroom monitor again?" he asked. "No darling", I said. "You are a senior citizen doing volunteer work as a bathroom monitor." "At the next restaurant we go to, I will demand that you are given a higher position." Our food came and as is typical of BelFiore --delicious and plentiful. He: Eggplant & chicken cutlet with pasta. Me: Shrimp Parmagiana & pasta--shrimp delightfully not overcooked. Salads were simple with iceberg lettuce but they were included with the dinner; some places give you nothing. The waitress (the one with tattoos-can't remember her name, sorry) gave us good service other than the fact that she sent us to "the toilet table." May I recommend to BelFiore's management that they move that table away from the toilet area? They have plenty of room in that vast dining area! My greatest fear was that a diner with an upset stomach would use the toilet and share his/her upset stomach with us while we were trying to enjoy our dinners. Fortunately, that didn't happen---- the power of Prayer! Belfiore, you know I have to deduct a star for making my husband a bathroom monitor. You get 4 stars for the rest.
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