Wednesday was my wife's birthday. At 9:00 pm, the three of us (my gorgeous wife, our cute little son, and me) headed to T. Morato to have some dinner in an old restaurant unsuitably named "A Taste of LA". Part of really enjoying food served in any restaurant is the ambience. In which case, this restaurant failed miserably. The place looked passé with floors and walls suffering from discoloration. I did not savor a bit of LA in it. LA is vibrant and snappy, the resto is dull and feeble save for the laughing obviously-drunken-men. My wife thought that the place being antediluvian is part of the atmosphere but I know she secretly hated it. She's disgusted at everything that looks dirty and smells moldy.The waiter that took our order is well-mannered and spoke good English, a rare commodity in the food-serving industry here. On the other hand, our food arrived a little late which is a very familiar scene.