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At this point in 77 South's evolution, Mica the waiter was still making the restaurant's desserts. He raved about his triple-chocolate layer cake, and I have to say it was outstanding — pretty, with enough fudgy, sugary icing for a child's birthday cake.
I'm not sure, as this year progresses, what 77 South will become known for. The sincere affection for the 1970s? The deep-fried lobster tail? The revival of disco as a dinner soundtrack? This restaurant has such an unusual concept that I wonder if I'm the right person to appreciate it. I have very little nostalgia for the 1970s. I was thrilled to see that decade go away.
But things don't go away in Kansas City. The past just moves south.