Oh La Vita, I'm so painfully disappointed in you.
Yesterday I went to La Vita for late lunch/early dinner with Colin and our friend Maria (who I think I have managed to possibly bring to the yelp side, look out for her review of here!) I've been to La Vita 3 or 4 times before, and I've always had a generally good experience. This time couldn't have been more different.
We arrived around quarter to 4, and were seated on the ground floor of the restaurant. La Vita has 3 floors of seating, and I've never been placed on the ground before, so I was looking forward to see if it would change the experience at all. We were given the regular menu, even though the lunch menu was still applicable at this time, so we asked to see the lunch menus as well. After browsing for a bit, we decided on what we wanted and waited patiently for our waiter(s) to come over. I think over the course of the meal we were served by 8 different waiters, so I was never really sure who our waiter was. After making us wait about 20 minutes, someone came over to take drinks, but not the food order yet, even though we were ready to order. We had to wait another 10 minutes until the drinks came for us to order the food, which didn't really make any sense to me. Maria and I ordered the bruschetta to start and Colin ordered the minestrone and a bread board as he was hungry, and for the main course I ordered the New Yorker Pizza, Maria the mussels in a tomato sauce, and Colin the chicken paella.
The starters were brought over relatively quick by yet another waiter, and we tucked in. The bruschetta was not particularly pleasant. The ciabatta bread it was on had been buttered, which I've never experienced before in bruschetta, and therefore with the tomatoes and the butter, was incredibly soggy, and Maria found the same. I did finish it, as it did taste okay, but was slightly confused when, after grinding me some black pepper, the waitress offered me Parmesan. On my bruschetta. Strange.
I'm not particularly sure who is the manager in La Vita, because even though there was 10 waiting staff all wearing completely black, there were also various men wearing dress trousers with a coloured dressed shirt, who all looked like managers. Regardless, it was one of them who served us our main course, and kept referring to one of the waitresses as his 'glamorous assistant', which made me feel really uncomfortable. When he placed our main courses down, Maria noticed they had given her the mussels in the white wine sauce, which was not what she had ordered. They apologised and took it back to change it to the tomato sauce, and though Colin and I offered to send ours back to be reheated while she waited, she said it was alright. So I started eating my pizza which was basically a margarita with sliced chunks of pepperoni, sausage and salami on it. It was absolutely foul. I cut the whole pizza into 8 slices, and started eating the first one. The meat tasted off, and so I tried picking it off and just eating it as a margarita, but I could still taste where the meat had been cooked onto it. So I called over one of the manager looking people and asked to send it back to the kitchen because I didn't like it, much to his surprise. He acted as if, in La Vita, sending food back is just not done. Well maybe normally it isn't, but it will become something that's done frequently if you give food that tastes like it's weeks old. With much dismay and shock, he asked if I'd like anything else instead, and I said I'd like the carbonara. So he took the pizza away, and brought me the carbonara about 15 minutes later.
For the next half hour, I lost count of how many whispers were exchanged between staff and how many staff members we caught staring at our table. Even the chef came out from the kitchen, was whispered to, and stared at our table as if we had just been exposed to high levels of radiation and our skin was melting into our food.
I ate half the carbonara, as the taste from the meat still resonated on my lips, and we were finished our main courses. Maria was the only one who finished hers, but I must say the mussels were lovely. With all of us terribly dissatisfied with our experience, we pondered over spending more money there on desserts, but decided we would, and I think I needed the sorbet to cheer me up. Colin ordered the tiramasu, Maria had just a vanilla ice cream with tablet sauce (yum!), and I had the lemon sorbet, and that sorbet is the only reason this review doesn't have one star. The sorbet was lovely, and the desserts were brought to us awfully fast, but we didn't really consider why that was. We soon found out. Once we had finished our desserts, the waiter immediately came over and asked "Would you like any teas or coffees?", to which we replied no. He then said, (CAN YOU EVEN BELIEVE HE ACTUALLY SAID THIS TO US), "Good, because we need the table."
'GOOD, BECAUSE WE NEED THE TABLE."
Safe to say I won't be returning here. read more