Way Way Downhill
Well we have tried this place three times over a few years. The first time it was kind of an off-beat kind of place with some good dishes (and some not), slow service, an atmosphere of country diversity, run by a cook/owner who gave an initial appearance of caring about whether his customers enjoyed the food and experience.
Our first visit was with a party of six. It was a bit odd because the place was way (and I mean WAY) out in the country beyond Carmel Valley. We finally came to this funky little ex-country beer bar that turned out to be the place. We got a friendly greeting from the head lady (Gilda?), got a bottle of wine, and ordered some salads. They used old wine bottles for water bottles, so we wound up with a lot of wine bottles on the table, even though we only ordered two bottles of wine. The waits for the salads and for the entrees were each over 50 minutes, I remember that five of the people were happy with their dinners, all except for the one that was stone cold. But overall, the experience was reasonable, despite the long waits between courses. They did seem to have a problem coordinating the delivery of the dishes to have them all be warm and arrive at the same time,apparently due to the limited kitchen or staff training. The price was relatively ok, although since it was all a la carte, it did mount up.
On the second visit about three years later, we went with a group of four. We now knew to fill up the gas tank before leaving Monterey, and allow a lot of extra time for the long windy road. We went in and immediately noticed that it had gone down hill a bit. It just looked dirtier somehow, the dirt parking lot had more trash, the corners of the restaurant had obviously not seen a broom in some time, the windows had mega cobwebs, and one of the women in our group said "yuck" after a trip to the bathroom. However, none of us were so picky that as long as we didn't get sick, we were still open to the experience. The staff had had a noticeable turnover, and the welcoming lady had apparently moved on to greener pastures and been replaced by a relative of the owner. He condescended to seat us after a 15 minute wait. It was weird because although we had a reservation, and there was an empty table, we were still made to wait and then were finally seated at the same table that had been empty all along. We ordered a bottle of wine, three salads and four entrees. The salads were good, and the four entrees were mixed. My friend got venison, which is easy to overcook and dry out if the cook doesn't pay attention. He didn't and it was overcooked and dried out. I got lamb and it was overcooked as well. The other two entrees were good, and well presented. When we got the bill, since between the four of us we had only had one bottle of wine, we could still see the bill. Hmm, we found that we had been charged for four salads, not the three ordered and received. After a polite request from us, and a snotty comment from the owner, he finally took it off the bill. On the long way back to the Peninsula, we concluded that perhaps the owner had just had a really off-night and we would give them another try sometime in the future.
After another year, we again went out there with a different party of four. This time while the the parking lot was still dirty, the inside was even dirtier than before. Not a good omen. After being seated, we ordered two hoerdoervres and two salads plus a bottle of wine. On the salads, the lettuce was limp with age. It took a forever for the wine to come, another 45 minutes for the salad and hoerdoervres, and when we finally got the waiters attention and ordered the entrees, another full 60 minutes for them to arrive. After nicely asking what had ever happened to the entrees, the owners son gave us a sarcastic comment. One of our party had duck, and it was also overcooked. The cook had probably realized this and so he drenched it in a sauce, but that wouldn't help at that stage. Another entree was the braised short ribs, which had been overcooked to an extent that they were basically mush. The last entree was a beet ravioli, which we all agreed tasted as if the raviolis were precooked or the pasta was very old. It just didn't taste like fresh pasta. When we got the bill, guess what? They had added an additional bottle of wine but this time we were on to it, and after an unpleasant little exchange it was taken off. On the ride home, we agreed that you could make a lot of $ if you can slip phantom dishes on the bill, and that with all of the really fine restaurants on the Peninsula, there was no need to go way out for some spotty food and a bad attitude. Or for a restaurant that has gone way downhill.
Lession-Next time we will also look at the filtered reviews before going anywhere for a high price. Wow the filtered/banned one-stars are really piling up at this loser. read more