I went to Aged for Father's Day dinner this evening. I'd meant to Yelp a few more places before getting to this one, but I had such an atrocious experience that I had to get this review out as soon as possible.
Part of me is feeling schadenfreude while writing this - this meal was so bad; I'm enjoying reviewing this restaurant so the world - I count the world among my readership :P - can see how awful it is - but more than anything I feel crummy. I had a terrible meal and that makes me sad.
Before I went I briefly scanned over the reviews and saw that several Yelpers had noted that the service was really slow. Although I walked in with an open mind they really lived up to their reputation; it took them over 10 minutes to bring out our beer (in the bottle!).
When the waiter finally took our order I asked for the spicy wings to start, but he replied that the wings were the only item they had run out of. Ok, no problem, instead I'll have the short ribs.
One hippopotamus, two hippopotamus, three hippopotamus...
...ten thousand three hundred seventy nine hippopotamus...
30 minutes later when they finally served the appetizers, our waiter put down my parents' and said "I'll be right back with your coconut shrimp and"
Cutting him off before he could finish, I reminded him that "I ordered the ribs."
"Oh, sorry, we're out of those."
I have a tendency to unconsciously wear my feelings on my face but tonight was completely intentional. I was trying to convey my irritation to the waiter, but he didn't seem to pick up on any of it. Instead he asked me if I'd like another appetizer. Not wanting to hold up the meal any longer than it was already taking - or willing to wait another 30 minutes for an appetizer that may or may not have existed - I declined.
My parents had the crispy tuna - wrapped in nori and barely seared - which was alright and the spinach salad - goat cheese, walnuts, raspberry vinaigrette - which was fine too.
Mercifully after they removed our plates it only took 15 minutes to get our steaks out. My dad and I both ordered the strip done medium, which was served on the bone. New York strip is my default steak so I've eaten a lot of them and this is the first time I've seen one on the bone, which was the first signal that something was wrong. My dad rightly pointed out that it's disingenuous to bill it as a 16 oz. steak on the menu without specifying that it's bone-in, since the cut of meat would be less than 16 oz.
The last time I went to a steakhouse I had a bad experience where my steak was overcooked, so this time I decided cut into the thickest part of the meat before eating it. Sure enough, my spidey sense had not failed me as my steak came out just barely pink in the very center. I took a bite to try it out, but it tasted liked it looked - medium-well and overdone. Of course the waiter had come by to ask how everything was before I'd even had a chance to try the steak, so I had to wait before I could flag him down to send it back.
I think this is the first time I've sent something back to the kitchen and I really don't feel good about it, but I didn't want to muddle through a crappy meal and pout about it if it was something that could be fixed in short order.
We ordered garlic mashed potatoes, creamed spinach and crispy cauliflower - under the appetizer list - as sides, and I'd hoped to keep busy with these while they redid my steak, but they took away my plate, which would have made eating them quite awkward. For what it's worth the potatoes were good, the creamed spinach was much too creamy or cheesy, garlicky and thin to be good (it's like the spinach was there to only give the dish color, not flavor or texture) and although I didn't try the cauliflower (it's one of the few things I don't like), my dad mentioned that it wasn't crispy, which I confirmed by poking it with my fork.
My grandmother had the hanger steak, which was also overdone, and I managed to stave off hunger by having some green beans from her plate that were cooked with enough salt and butter to make them taste good, but my overall impression was that they were too greasy and heavy. My dad's steak was cooked properly, but he wasn't impressed with the quality of the meat, and my mom was ok with her kobe burger (it was too lean and dry for me).
The waiter returned with a new steak after 15 minutes and, much like before, I proceeded to cut into the center to test the meat before digging in. This time instead of grilling almost all the juiciness out of it, the kitchen had sent back a steak that was deep red in the center, completely rare (moo!). Disgusted and dejected, I sent it back to the kitchen once more.
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