Valentine's Day was a laughable experience. The Maitre d', also the restaurant's owner, is one of the rudest people I have ever encountered. Our reservations were for 7:30. We were seated at 8:30. He asked the couple behind us to wait because our party was to be seated first, then he sat the couple behind us first. When I pointed out the discrepency to the owner, he simply shrugged his shoulders with a smug grin. As I stood attempting to hold back my astonishment, he then looked at me and said, "Sir, you can look at me all you want--that will NOT get you seated sooner." We were asked to wait in a line every 15 minutes to approach the maitre d' to ask if our table was ready. Shouldn't he come to us when our table is ready? We watched him bark curtly at customers that tables were not available for over an hour. In the meantime we waited 20 minutes to get a drink at the bar--there was only one bartender. My dinner service consisted of only a salad fork and a knife (no entree fork or spoon). My boyfriend had a salad fork and an entree fork (no knife or spoon). When asked to order, I said, "We'll start with the ravioli appet..." at which point I was LOUDLY interrupted. The waiter barked, "SIR, we have to take your ENTIRE order for the evening NOW!" Even the couples on either side of us were aghast! Our water glasses and wine were never refilled and our food was cold. The couple beside us were comlaining about how they had finished their entrees over an hour ago, and still had no coffee or dessert. Their coffee was eventually served cold, and they had to send it back. We decided to forego dessert and find another restaurant. To top off the horrible evening, the valet line was 20 people deep. The outside temperature was in the 20's. The final bill for two came out to almost $180. I will never return and will do as much as I can to spread the word of what a horrible excuse for an upscale restaurant Antica Posta is.
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