It's always an iffy proposition to wander into a dining room as desolate as a godforsaken rock formation. Sure, it could be an undiscovered sliver of raw sublimity, a hidden bit of dazzle. But it could also be a puff of culinary stench of such potency that it keeps diners at bay, transforming the dining room into an echo chamber of stiltedly hip Muzak flourishes with every musical phrase laid agonizingly naked... More >>>