This is an eatery that doesn't know if it wants to be a high-end fine dining restaurant or a lower-range eatery.
The high prices on the menu are certainly on par with those of fine dining restaurants - wagyu steak cost $38.90, confit of duck leg costs $29.90, pastas cost $24.90 and even soup costs $9.90, excluding taxes and service charge.
Now, the trouble is, there is nothing else high-end about this place. The eatery has a shabby, run down feel, which is more the surprising given that it supposedly underwent a renovation in November.
The exterior of the eatery is lined with a row of high tables and stools reminiscent of a pub. Open the door and you come face to face with an industrial refrigerator with its contents of assorted bottled drinks and other miscellaneous items for all to see.
If you sit on the inside of the eatery, you see black walls and the bar counter/cashier. It makes you feel you are in an underground war bunker which has been done up to try to disguise the fact that is a war bunker.
The tables on the inside are packed so tightly together, it was claustrophobic.
Tables were also bare and not covered by a table cloth. There was no bread basket like what you expect from a fine dining place.
The aircon was set to arctic.
There was pop music blasting very loudly, which was grating and made conversation hard. The choice is music is questionable too. Which fine dining establishment plays music the likes of teeny bopper girlband M2M?
Service, while not bad, was casual.
The quality of food is variable.
I had foolishly bought two groupons for this eatery and was forced to visit twice to use up my groupons. The first time I went, I ordered a seafood risotto and a squid ink pasta. The risotto had all of four thinly-sliced squid rings and four prawns in it. While it was edible, it was certainly not gourmet food. I'm sure authentic risotto does not contain the amount of cream I found in my dish.
The squid ink pasta came with a generous serving of five squid rings and a sliver of one cherry tomato. The pasta had no taste of squid ink at all. Instead, it had, like the seafood risotto, a cloying taste of cream.
The second time I went, I ordered a chicken leg with mashed potato (or pomme puree, the pompous menu informed me), which to my grudging surprise, tasted quite good. The chicken was tender, the skin was crisp and the mashed potato carried a heady fragrance of truffle. But the price, the price! ($26.90)
For the kind of prices you find here, you can dine at many genuine fine dining restaurants that will seat you at a table covered with table cloth, hire professional wait staff to serve you, offer a bread basket and play soft soothing music.