i wonder when donatella arpaia last checked in on the restaurant to which she's given her name. from the moment we walked in the door, we were underwhelmed by the experience. no one at the host station to greet us. when the host did finally approach us, the greeting was not exactly hospitable, nor was our table ready. apparently, reserving a table means nothing and they will seat walk-ins ahead of you. once we finally did sit, the service was very rushed. our appetizer, the beet caprese salad, was pretty bland. it was under-seasoned and the giant disk of ricotta on the plate tasted like the cheapy polly-o brand from gristedes. the atmosphere and decor were not at all special, very much any other place on 8th ave in chelsea. overall, meh.