It's hard eating pasta with rippled Arnold's thick Austrian accent warping "hasta la vista, baby" through your head. It's hard to focus on the pasta, the crepes, the shrimp, the scaloppine, the one wall with wine bottles imbedded haphazardly into the plaster. It's even hard to reconcile that wall with this restaurant, being that it's currently BYOB (liquor licenses seem to move through official channels at a drunken snail's pace). The only thought that clangs through your head is that... More >>>