Instead of five stars I give it five Blahs. What is the word on the tip of my tongue? Mediocre? Yes, that is it. Mediocre at best. The interior of the restaurant reminded me of some sort of Vegas style quote-unquote gentleman's club minus the slot machines and burlesque. Lilac being the predominate color of the interior with lighting that appeared to have been stolen from the set of Close Encounters of the Third Kind. The food? Well, let's just say not impressive. The Oscar fillet was served rare as requested. Tender it was. Here lies the problem. The lump crab meat that was served on top was cold which subsequently chilled the fillet to below room temperature. The asparagus was al dente but, tasted similar to a rubber band; at least from what I remember them tasting like from my elementary school days. The wasabi-garlic mashed potatoes were seasoned with grated minerals from a cow lick. I have never had anything so salty in my life. A some what redeeming factor was the lad who served us. He spat out the specials with out a hitch, provided wonderful service, and my wine glass was never empty. All and all. Bang for the buck. Zula was just lacking.
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