J. Alexander's. It's an elegant space with a striking wood beam ceiling, dim ambient light and hostesses in sharp black uniforms with pearls as the required accessory.
They smartly provide each table with a charming, old-fashioned milk bottle full of cold water, but table bread is noticeably absent. The service is somewhat slow at this location in Ft. Lauderdale, and the table bread would go a long way in deflecting the attention of the patrons from the long wait for their dinner. Besides, no table bread screams corner-cutting to me. It's a popular trend in chain restaurants these days.
A good server and classy surroundings are always well appreciated, but sadly they don't make up for uninspired, bordering on unacceptable, food. Even the dessert menu didn't offer consolation. Nothing on it but tired, overdone choices.
Pointless and forgettable, as meals go.
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