D'Amato's

D"Amato's
222 S. Sherman
Royal Oak, MI 48067
(248) 584-7400

If you like cigarettes...
If you like shouting so your waitress can hear you...
If you're under 20 (but have a fake id)...

.........................................You'll LOVE D'Amato's!

Oh my! Am I to get no satisfaction? You have to be drunk to enjoy this restaurant experience, and most people are. This bar has all the elements of fine dining save one... SOUNDPROOFING! I think it may be the large plate-glass windows and plate-glass partitions opposite the windows, and come to think of it, the stone floor doesn't help either, but you will have permanent hearing loss by the time you leave this place. Don't say I didn't warn you. The young-rich-single set will enjoy this place and their martini selection can't be beat.

The waitress did a good job of understanding our order, somehow, and everything was prepared well. I had lemon chicken with artichokes and capers, served with mixed vegetables. The artichokes were well prepared, evenly tender throughout, and the chicken held up to scrutiny. My wife had the filet which was prepared medium, just like she asked, and potatoes and mushrooms that she polished off without even giving me a bite. I'll assume they were acceptable.

The waitress brought us butter for the bread... What is this that you have to ask for butter nowadays? Butter tastes good. Olive oil sucks. Why does every restaurant bring olive oil? Because it is "fashionable..."


Gwendolen. [With elaborate politeness.] Thank you. [Aside.]
Detestable girl! But I require tea!

Cecily. [Sweetly.] Sugar?

Gwendolen. [Superciliously.] No, thank you. Sugar is not
fashionable any more. [Cecily looks angrily at her, takes up the
tongs and puts four lumps of sugar into the cup.]

Cecily. [Severely.] Cake or bread and butter?

Gwendolen. [In a bored manner.] Bread and butter, please. Cake is
rarely seen at the best houses nowadays.

Cecily. [Cuts a very large slice of cake, and puts it on the tray.]
Hand that to Miss Fairfax.

[Merriman does so, and goes out with footman. Gwendolen drinks the
tea and makes a grimace. Puts down cup at once, reaches out her
hand to the bread and butter, looks at it, and finds it is cake.
Rises in indignation.]

Gwendolen. You have filled my tea with lumps of sugar, and though I
asked most distinctly for bread and butter, you have given me cake.
I am known for the gentleness of my disposition, and the
extraordinary sweetness of my nature, but I warn you, Miss Cardew,
you may go too far.

Yes, bread and butter has now gone out of fashion and is rarely seen in the "best" restaurants nowadays. Well, I'll say what's "best" thank you. I don't need Detroit's fashionable Hour Magazine to tell me what I want. I want butter. I WANT BUTTER! But as I said earlier. She brought it. She was pretty good.


Overall Rating: After all that complaining, I have to say it was good.

Taste: excellent, Presentation: good, Service: good, Atmosphere: poor.

Price: $42.38 for two, no dessert.