I don't think the piano player was all that bad. At least he wasn't bad enough that his Elton John interfered with my meal. But I do agree that the service could have been a lot better. The waiter was pleasant and the food came decently fast, but it was impossible to get his attention to make a request between 'check-ins'.

And what was the deal with the hostess? She seated us and said, "Now if anyone asks, tell them you reserved this table, because you're not supposed to have it, but I think I can squeeze you in before the reservation people get here."

As a customer, I shouldn't have to worry about things like that. Either you have a seat or you don't. I sat there half the meal worrying that someone was going to burst in and accuse me of stealing their table. The other half I was rushing to get out before the rightful table owners arrived. And to be honest, I'm surprised this place had reservations at all. Did someone call and say, "I absolutely must have the table with the checkered oilcloth covering that's under the dusty fake plant and near the faded poster of a guitar from the 1980's."

Plus, the waitstaff seemed to be in a perpetual state of panic. There were many empty tables, and no wait for seating, but they all looked harried and flustered. So much sighing and running is not good for the digestion.