4/5 Tracy J. 2 years ago on Google
I’m
going
to
give
an
unpopular
opinion
and
not
rave
about
the
Palomar.
Not
terrible,
but
I
wasn’t
swept
off
my
feet
(like
at
ROVI
for
example).
One
might
argue
that
with
great
expectations,
comes
great
potential
to
disappoint.
Yes,
it’s
partially
that.
I
had
been
to
the
Palomar
only
once
before
5
years
ago,
and
it
was
a
magical
evening,
with
good
food,
great
ambiance,
but
mostly
the
excitement
of
having
just
moved
to
London.
And
so
maybe
that
experience
stuck
in
my
memory.
Then
I
kept
hearing
about
it
left
and
right,
but
had
never
managed
to
get
a
table
there.
So
yes,
my
expectations
were
as
inflated
as
a
hot
air
balloon
in
Cappadocia.
But
also..
putting
that
aside,
there
was
something
off
on
the
evening
were
I
made
my
second
visit
to
the
restaurant,
walking
in
after
a
workout
class
in
soho.
The
music
first
off…
was
out
of
place.
I
wanted
Mediterranean
or
middle
eastern
turns,
to
fit
with
the
identify
of
the
place
and
transport
us
in
time
and
place,
but
instead
some
80’s
disco
tunes
were
blasting.
At
a
high
volume.
Second
the
food.
Not
bad.
I
would
even
say
generally
good.
But
there
was
no
blockbuster,
no
dish
that
makes
you
close
your
eyes
while
you
slowly
chew
each
magical
bite,
or
that
makes
you
re-focus
the
conversation
on
it.
Maybe
the
crab
kafta
played
slightly
that
role..
but
only
slightly.
The
dips
were
ok.
The
spicy
one
was…
spicy
so
we
couldn’t
really
grasp
the
full
flavor.
The
handmade
pitas
with
love,
I’m
sorry
to
say,
had
nothing
special.
Just
some
pitas
to
use
for
dipping.
I
wanted
to
feel
more
love.
Then
the
lemon
cake
was
fine.
A
sweet
treat
but
nothing
extraordinary.
The
other
element
that
played
a
part
in
the
less
than
ideal
impression
is
the
fact
that
the
service
staff
seemed
distracted.
Our
order
took
a
while
to
be
captured,
the
cake
order
was
forgotten,
and
just
generally…
call
me
emotional,
but
we
did
not
feel
the
love.
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