Here’s the story. I was trying to make a reservation but the girl on the phone put me on hold for 3 minutes and never got back to me. So then I called back and she answered and was like “Hi can I help you?”. I’m like “Ya it’s me from earlier you never got back to me…” A quick apology followed by “I have a table at 9pm” , oh and she did mention it was fine dining (just so you know). Hahaha when you get there. Then it took the hostess literally 5 minutes to find our reservation. We followed the hostess inside who tried to seat us at a table situated between two other deuces. Dude, the place is EMPTY. “Not to worry” I said to my friend, and quickly moved us into “The Geoffrey” chairs – fuzzy and sink-in. Watch the movie ‘Get Him To The Greek’ if you need to be caught-up-to-speed.
The BBQ Caesar is Meh. Rimmed with cracked peppercorns that stick into your teeth and burn your MOUTH! Bartender, it’s freaken pepper. Lay off! Be original and find a better rimmer! Let’s continue… Ingredients of this cocktail include Wild Bourbon, Tromba tequila, Belvedere, hickory smoke, worcestershire, tabasco, clamato and BBQ jalapeño. It sucks. Don’t order it unless you enjoy a mouthful of black pepper shells. Organic salmon crudo is hardly tasted. My mouth is burning from the sliced jalapeño on top and tartness from the mound of shredded green apple. Then the Kentucky (cocktail) resembles a beautiful pond of swimming Koi fish. Swimming in plum sake, junmai sake, belvedere and yuzu among edible flowers (Koi)and basil pods (lily pads?) – very fresh, libelous – however, not enough! I didn’t pay $16 for a half ounce of liquid.
Extrinsic sweet and sour meatballs are a letdown. The sauce is flavourful but the meatballs are SO dry and flavorless. Get it TOGETHER! LITERALLY. Korean style steak tartare tastes fishy and looks likes a clumsy train-wreck. Next, grilled octopus is chewy, stringy and total mess of flavours! Why even try and put this on the menu when you know IT’S ONE OF THE HARDEST THINGS TO PERFECT – EVER!?
Sweeter man, Hendricks prosecco, chartreuse, Amaro montenegro, fresh cucumber, fresh lime – S’okay. And then the mic drops when the freshly shaved truffle fries arrive. They are the BEST thing to arrive and FYI that is NOT a good thing. Southern spicy maple fried chicken tastes like raw flour. The batter is heavy, sided with watermelon, a sickly sweet dipping sauce and an odd salty spiced slaw; with juicy plump raisins?
This is not a restaurant; it’s a club in disguise.