Upon entering, you walk right by the breakfast bar and "cafe" part of the restaurant. I have been told by a few acquaintances that they serve a mean breakfast at this joint. Obviously, I didn't give a damn about that because I wasn't there to eat breakfast.
The main seating is toward the back of the restaurant. Once seated, I quickly ordered a $26 bottle of Pinot Grigio before the waiter could open his mouth/leave after simply placing a glass of water on my table. I hate to wait.
I then began to glance at the menu. I noticed a caesar salad occupied a slot amongst their appetizers. Caesar salad is by far one of my favorite things to eat. In fact, when I get old and decrepit, I plan on writing a book about all the caesar salads I've eating, and where I have eaten them. Anyways, I digress.
I looked at the entrees and immediately found my choice. Herb roasted chicken, with mash potatos and asparagus. Asparagus is one of those weird-ass foods I actually enjoy. Kind of like broccoli.
The waiter soon returned with my wine, and a basket of warm bread with a side of butter. The bread was phenomenal - the wine was okay.
I glanced around the joint and noticed a lot of older people. I believe they gazed upon me with great disdain as they probably felt like an intruder had discovered their precious eatery and it would never be the same. To all of you, go fuck-eth yourselves.
My entree came. The chicken was good, the portion size was small however. That's Europe for you. Having lived in London for a short period of time, I was a little happy to enjoy the meals of my past...but a little pissed too. When I wait until 8pm to eat, I better get a shit-ton of food.
The meal itself was very good. I give props to the chef. The vibe of the place was a little quiet and boring. I think it would make a great place to bring your date...if you're into that shit. Hooker's are easier. Anyways, I would highly recommend you give Cafe Monte a shot...breakfast or dinner.