5 Ninth at 5 9th Avenue, New York, New York.

So I had heard that the thing to get here was the roast chicken. And I love a good roast chicken. I love it so much that I was happy to wait the 20 minutes they require for it. No problem.

But after the waiting was done, what was presented to me was not roast chicken. It was much more like mostly boneless, pan fried chicken schnitzel. Sort of. It was good though, I liked it, but I wanted roast chicken.

More highlights include the bartender lightly rinsing his shaker, making a drink, lightly rinsing it again, and then making mine. Then my drink had in it, remnants of 2 drinks prior (a small piece of mint). The bartender was also not able to transfer a bar tab to the table.

Moving on the sides were uninspired and small, the pasta was average, as were the meatballs. The calamari was pretty decent, and the wine list was better than expected.

Oh and there was a band playing in the bar that sort of reminded me of John Mayer. But with bongos...