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By Tom Sietsema, September 9, 2001 from
“The first time I tried MezČ, Enya was singing in
the background and almost every seat was spoken for.
The noise of a Saturday night crowd was tossed
around by the restaurant's pressed tin ceiling and
bare tile floors, but the narrow main dining room
still made an attractive impression. Hazy yellow
paintings of ancient goddesses punctuate the
gray-blue walls. And the banquette that runs down
one side of the room is comfortable -- unlike the
tables, which are parked so close together, you
might well learn that the guy attempting to squeeze
in next to you have a 40-inch waist (this, according
to the label on the jeans in your face). The tables
also are too small to accommodate a meal composed of
many plates; when the first three mezze showed up at
a table for two, my friend and I had to surrender
the bread basket and even our water glasses to fit
in the arrivals… |
1 202 294 4488
1 202 797 0019
