I and my dining companion arrive around 8:15 P.M., with no reservations, we were asked to sit at the bar when the table was getting ready. The bar attended was a moron, not only he did not know how to make a simple drink, he also did not speak English, so we could not explain to him what we wanted. Thankfully, not long after we were asked to the table. Service was just barely average, with little if no interest in the customer, I received a chipped glass on my second serving of wine. It was fairly sizeable chip and I easily could have cut myself on it if I hadn’t been observant. This lack of care extends into the kitchen. While my first dish, carpachio della pera was quite tasty (and one of the only things that I could actually recommend off the menu), my companion’s appetizer, the fegato di antara, was a disaster on a couple of fronts and it left an odd taste in one’s mouth. Let’s leave the foie gras to French and Italians stick with pasta. I actually try another dish, the filleto di manza, as my main dish. It was woefully overcooked, resembling scorched leather, and subsequently lacks any real flavor. Anyone who has lived in Boston for any length of time can name several good Italian restaurants, unfortunately Da Vinci is not and will not be one of them.