Sino - Santana Row

I've bitched and moaned about Santana Row on my other site. I don't like it. When it burnt down, it should have stayed there. The place gives me a migrane and the people bring out the worst of my Philadelphia attitude.

So when I had to go to a work sponsored event at Sino in SR, I tried to come up with any excuse to get out of it. I'd rather swallow rusty razors then go there (figuratively speaking, of course). I ended up going, though, if for any other reason, I got to do a bit of networking with the teams in Europe. Of course, once I got there, I spent the typical 20 minutes driving around the place looking for a parking spot. Remember that episode of the Simpsons when Homer drives around looking for a spot at work only to end up in his back yard? That was me. 20 minutes to find a place to park then a nice walk on a cold night and I'm as pleasant to be around as Karl Rove at a Pride Parade.

Sino was crowded and loud. The food, 'Asian Fusion', was like an expensive P.F. Changs. Since I can't think of a worse review, I'll leave it at that. Come on, how do you screw up an extra dry martini? It's just a glass of vodka.
MoTS