Meh. That's the word yelp assigns to a rating of 2 stars and the word that describes Marisol perfectly. The establishment came highly recommended and was described as "a slice of NYC fine dining in the triad". However, it is more like a slice of NYC pretentiousness.
Seeing the place from the street you might at first glance think you've arrived at the wrong place. Located in a small strip mall off High Point Rd, the location hardly seems appropriate for a restaurant of this supposed caliber. The restaurant itself is a decent size and nicely decorated with a view of the kitchen where one executive chef and two line chefs manned the kitchen. The wait staff was nicely presented and the atmosphere was pleasant.
As I watched the chefs plating food on the counter under four heats lamps I was immediately reminded of two things - First, the way chefs plate when there is 30s left on the clock a la "Chopped " and second, Anthony Bourdain's loud cry for "nothing sits under the hot lamps tonight, nothing!".
I was happily stunned when presented with an amuse-bouche, potato chowder with bacon and balsamic reduction that was quite delicious. This gracious first gesture immediately turned sour because the wait staffed failed to inquire if anyone was vegetarian and almost 1/4 of the group was. The resulting scramble to come up with a replacement - a picked vegetable over more vegetable felt rushed and was a disappointment.
The first sign that something was amiss came when the menus were not presented immediately. When the menu did come, it was glaringly obvious that the most important part - the entrees - were missing. The wait staff quickly chimed in to let us know that the majority of the menu was verbal and that it was the way that it had been done for last 15 years!
Despite the positive aspects of a daily changing menu, the freshness, creativity, and originality, all that was overshadowed when it wasn't presented in a manner that can be easily consumed by the audience. Do you still listen to voicemails or has texting eclipsed that need? I thought for a moment that this was forgivable provided that the verbal menu was minimal. No such luck as there were 11 items on the menu described with any astonishing array of sides, garnishes and sauces. There were four starter specials, two salad specials, followed by 5 entrees, again with minimal vegetarian options. By the time the waiter had finished presenting the menu, the collective looks around the table clearly reflected its effectiveness. When ultimately ordering a meal, you refer to your entrée by its categorical name - "fish, beef, lamb, duck, soup, and salad", you might as well be on an airplane getting served out of plastic-ware.
Did I mention the lack of vegetarian options and that something "special" had to be made. At one point a wait staff member presented us with two orders of mussels and proudly declared that one of them was bacon free. I looked at him quizzically and he realized that he tried to vegetarianize a meat dish by removing meat from meat. Fail.
But how was the food? Hit or miss. The curried lobster bisque and gnocchi were highlights. The rock shrimp as other have pointed out was decent but no better than the boom boom shrimp at Bonefish Grill. The mussels were small and dry as well and hardly compares to the same dish at Print Works bistro. The duck meat was dry and the skin too oily. The trout was dry. The sea bass was good but was ruined by the odd white sauce not appropriate for the dish. The vegetarian plate a mixture of vegetables, eggplant, and squash was bland and uninspired. The bread was cold. Do you notice a pattern of things being dry? I wonder if hot lamps have anything to do with that.
As we paid for our meal, one of the dinner guests asked a very poignant question. How do we even know the bill is right when we were never told any prices? While it can be said that if you need to ask the price then you shouldn't be eating here in the first place, this isn't NYC and while Marisol can be described as the best fine dining establishment in Greensboro, it also under promises and under delivers.
I will not be returning. read more