Serafina Bombs on the Square
Brian Freedman sees a lot of New York in the Rittenhouse Square outpost of Serafina. And he doesn’t mean that in a good way but rather how the Italian restaurant hits every negative NYC dining stereotype.
Some of the incompetence, the brazenly insouciant attitude, the grotesque sense of self-importance and utter fabulousness that permeates this deafeningly loud, perennially packed space might have been forgiven had the food or drink been remotely in line with the prices—or, for that matter, with the standards of a mediocre home cook. But as far as I can tell, the primary raison d’être of this Dantean mess in Rittenhouse Square is to see and be seen, to ogle and be ogled.