We had dinner at Saint & Second with friends last night, and let’s just say: the restaurant is gorgeous, the cocktails are strong, and the floors are slicker than an ice rink. (Seriously — I almost triple-axel’d my way to the restroom. Thankfully, the manager was lovely and immediately put up caution signs before someone attempted a full Olympic routine.)

Service-wise, things were a bit… leisurely. My husband and our friend ordered the same steak, just cooked differently, and somehow they each got the other’s plate. It was like a weird version of Wife Swap, but with meat. They figured it out after a bite, shrugged, and swapped back — teamwork at its finest.

We all started with the French Onion Soup, which we were promised was savory. Spoiler: it was sweet. Like, caramelized-onion-meets-dessert sweet. If you’re into that, great! If not, maybe skip it.

I went for the burger, which had potential but desperately needed pickles for crunch — it was like a burger missing its punchline. I also requested crispy fries, but mine showed up lukewarm, the fry equivalent of “meh.” My friend lucked out with the Branzino, which she really enjoyed. The husbands’ steaks? Rated “fine” — not terrible, not memorable.

All in all: Saint & Second is undeniably pretty, the manager deserves a gold star, and the cocktails (when they arrive) are solid. But between the mix-ups, slow service, and unintentional floor skating, I’m not sure it’s worth a repeat performance.