My girlfriend lives in Southeast Asia and was visiting me in Texas for a couple of weeks. In Austin we ate at Red Ash (solid Italian!) and in Houston we ate at Hugo's (amazing crickets!). When we were in San Antonio, we decided to try Cured. We left disappointed in so many ways.
The food at Cured is mediocre. The menu is divided into small plates (appetizer size) and large plates (entrée size). For the small plates, my girlfriend and I ordered the summer salad. We thought it sounded good on a hot day because it featured watermelon, cucumber, and avocado. We, however, were disappointed when only a few pieces of fruit were plated individually with some kind of peppery cream sauce on top. We could have spent a few bucks a grocery store and made this ourselves in 5 minutes instead of paying $15 dollars for it. Perhaps the best thing on the menu, was the combination platter of meats, cheeses, jams and bread. It was pretty good but shouldn't be the highlight of a fine dining experience. My girlfriend got the lamb neck. It was ok. Honestly it tasted like tender barbecue, nothing special. I got the mussels. They were poorly plated, impossible to get at the buttery cream sauce until you are two thirds of the way done with the stack. And yeah it was just a stack of mussels, nothing else to complement it (unless you count the two pieces of garlic bread). We didn't have any serious problems with the food though. Our neighbors weren't that lucky. I heard the gentlemen raise an issue to the server who offered to take the food away from the table. 5 minutes later, the manager was out thanking the gentlemen for letting them know. The only word I heard the gentleman say to the manager was "ammonia". This shouldn't happen at any restaurant especially one that claims to be fine dining.
Our biggest problem with Cured, though, wasn't the food; it was the service, or more particular the owner. Before dessert, my girlfriend went to the ladies' room. She had trouble finding it. Perplexed, she asked a gentleman where the restrooms were. Instead of just simply saying "they are kinda hidden in the back right of the restaurant", he instead loops his hand around his waist and says "Right, this way mam." My girlfriend hesitates. At this point multiple employees of the restaurant are staring. She obviously doesn't want to be pressured to walk arm in arm with a stranger while her date is just around the corner. So she politely asks a second time "Where are the restrooms?" The gentleman again pumps up his ringed arm and persists again saying "Right, this way mam." My girlfriend is flustered beckoning to the employees and the gentleman "Where are the restrooms?!". The crowd of employees say nothing and offer no aid. And yet a third time the gentleman puffs out his arm with yet another "Right, this way mam." My girlfriend confessed that in the pressure of the moment she thought about caving and giving in to him, but somehow she managed to stand her ground. She asked yet a fourth time for the location of the bathrooms. When it was clear that my girlfriend wouldn't walk arm in arm with a man she didn't know while her date was around the corner, the gentleman told the restaurant manager to show her where the restroom was.
On her way out of the restroom, the restaurant employees told my girlfriend they didn't do anything because the gentleman was the owner of the restaurant. Our server came over and offered a half butt apology saying "sorry if he scared you" and offered the additional information "he doesn't just do this to you; he does it with all the girls", which somehow was intended to console and reassure. Obviously, we skipped dessert and got the check as soon as possible. A frustrating way to end the night.
Dear sir if you are reading, it is 2019. When women ask you where the restroom is, they just want you to tell them. You don't need to pretend that you are Indian Jones guiding a damsel in distress through hanging meat carcasses. (Seriously, why is this the restaurant décor?) And just for the record, your actions would never have been considered chivalrous. A gentleman would never offer his arm to a woman he didn't know. Even a century ago, Emily Post wrote in Etiquette that aside from safety concerns "the only occasions on which a gentleman offers his arm to a lady are in taking her in at a formal dinner, or taking her in to supper at a ball, or when he is an usher at a wedding." Post said even in these settings the custom was dying out, and that was 100 years ago. Even in cultures like Italian and Indian cultures where the custom is more common, it is still practiced amongst friends and not strangers. And bro, white guy to white guy, if you knew anything about culture in Southeast Asia, you wouldn't have pressured my girlfriend three times to link arms with you, you @$$ hole.
I would seriously boycott this place. read more