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Shannon Sandersvia Google

about 1 month ago

I went solo and appreciated how peaceful the spot was. Aside from some chatter, it’s a very calm setting. The food was pretty good. My drink was a bit too strong - which I’m sure probably isn’t a problem depending on personal preference. I would go back just so I can try the soup next time. My waiter was very attentive as well - which you usually don’t get much when you’re by yourself. So I appreciated that.

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Jakevia Google

4 months ago

I would like to start out by saying I wanted to leave 5 stars. Our food was absolutely wonderful, and the atmosphere was quite charming. We had the burrata appetizer, an espresso martini, the Garden Benedict, and the short rib hash. Our food was excellent, and they have perhaps the best martini I've ever had. The problem lay in our server, Miles M. We were greeted politely and seeted next to a couple of influencers. Our server introduced himself, and then was distracted and completely inattentive. He had made 3 visits to people sitting next to us before we even received our drink. 3 more visits later, and he finally asked if we were ready to order. He continued checking on them constantly during our meal, while we were left waiting. No two bite check. No "how is everything". Just staring at Instagram girls. When we finally got our check, he didn't even bother to give us a pen to sign it with. I would eat here again, but if he was assigned as my server, I would simply walk out, and choose another place to done. Overall, 3 out of 5.

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Anthonny-R Svia Google

5 months ago

Three Runners, Zero Clean Plates, and One Deep Regret Fresh off our weekly river run—sweaty and high on endorphins—we wanted brunch that felt like a reward. The kind of food that makes you close your eyes and softly moan while chewing. Normally, we’d head to The Belmont, where we devour our plates with the enthusiasm of chocolate Labradors and occasionally discuss whether licking them in public is technically rude. But no. We strayed. There’s a friend—a devoted dad with a permanent brunch invite—who’s never needed fancy restaurants because he insists he can recreate any dish he likes in his own kitchen. He calls places like Vora “hoity toity,” not because he doesn’t know better, but because he’d rather have a good burger than a plate that looks like a chemistry experiment. Loved by everyone, tolerated by necessity, his invite is irrevocable. That’s his go-to term for anywhere with cloth napkins and entrées spelled in French. And while I genuinely believe he has the palate for upscale dining, he never really gives his tongue the chance. Still, we took it as a challenge. Seduced by the siren song of novelty and the restaurant’s sterile elegance—part luxury spa, part airport lounge, all echo—we sat outside on the patio, where at least the sun had some warmth… unlike the food, the room, or the mood. We didn’t order mimosas. Not because we’re boring, but because we were brave. We wanted to taste the food unfiltered, unblended, un-orange-juiced. Water only. Clarity. Which, in hindsight, was our first mistake. The food arrived, plated like it was headed to a magazine shoot instead of our mouths. It was all very... composed. Like a salad trying to win a Grammy. Eggs arrived wearing cherry tomatoes like a bad hat, and everything was sprinkled with the confidence of someone who just discovered flaky salt and thinks it solves everything. But here’s the thing: you can dress an egg in heirloom tomatoes, hollandaise sauce, and emotional backstory—but it’s still just an egg. And if that egg is overcooked and underseasoned? You’ve basically got lipstick on a pig, and not even a fun pig. A disappointing, flavorless pig. All three of us left our food unfinished, which is a statistical anomaly. At Belmont, the plates get licked. At Vora, they got left behind like a Tinder date who wouldn’t stop talking about their kombucha journey. Would I return? Only if someone else is paying. And ordering for me. And I’m slightly tipsy. Actually, fully drunk. We’ll be back at Belmont next Saturday, licking plates and memories, because some traumas are worth forgetting—and others are worth avoiding altogether.

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Larissa Elliottvia Google

6 months ago

This was my second visit to Vora, and everything was so amazing! I ordered the Scallops and they were really the best I've ever had! Our server was amazing and so much fun! For dessert... I had the smores martini, not only was it beautiful, it was also delicious!

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Eric Rickmanvia Google

11 months ago

What a great experience from the moment we walked in. Carly, our server was only on her 3rd shift, but she still knew a lot about the menu, and what she didn't know, she went and found out. Todd the manager was super helpful in selecting a wine, and the meals were great. The cherry on the top though, was when they brought out a complimentary dessert for our son celebrating his 360th month - this was because we had just had the conversation about how old a baby needs to be before we stop referring to their age in months! What a nice touch!