Kyle Hayes If every dinner came with a server like Mallory, we’d cancel our meal plans at home forever. She was witty, attentive, and somehow managed to keep our large, chatty party perfectly on track. She struck that rare balance of professional and playful, reading the table like a pro and handling every request with patience and good humor.
And just when we thought the evening couldn’t get better, the desserts arrived, each one a masterpiece courtesy of the Ukrainian pastry chef, who clearly takes sugar, butter, and chocolate very seriously. When one of us had the audacity to order a dessert to go, she came out of the kitchen personally and the room got quiet. Her smile didn’t fade, but there was a moment, a distinct feeling, that made us all sit up a little straighter. You don’t disrespect an artist! We half-expected to find a note in the dessert box reminding us to never do that again.
Between Mallory’s exceptional service and desserts almost too beautiful to eat (but too delicious not to), this was a five-star evening from start to finish. We left full, happy, and slightly fearful — but in the best possible way.
