ended up here given timing and the dining options in tenleytown.
like the artist from whom (i'm assuming) this place derived its namesake, matisse the restaurant is hit or miss. and while the artist's masterpieces are no doubt much greater (and rarer), so much lower were his misses (and more often). that being said, the restaurant's service was not much better than the worst of the painter's work (i will expand on this shortly), and coming from a person who normally doesn't give much of a hell about service, it must have been memorable.
when a couple friends and i dropped in here sunday afternoon for brunch, we entered a rather empty, though quite attractive front room. with only a few tables full, and spending the next several minutes trying to divine where a server might be found, we had plenty of time to admire the restaurant's stylish decor. done in a reserved style of black, dark wooden browns, and white-washed brick, with a long sleek wooden bar, an assortment of interestingly shaped light fixtures and ceiling hangings, just a touch of color to the table settings, a brick stairccase curving up towards the back of the restaurant, and windows square-paned to angle the light drifting in, a certain elegance was undeniably present. probably a good place to bring a dinner date. if we could just figure out the seating policy. but with the bartender's back turned towards i don't know what, we calmly waited until a server eventually walked in from the rear of the restaurant (it actually looked semi-bustling with some sort of party as well as other tables) and acknowledged our existences. given the back room, i forgave them the delay and we were seated in the front room with our menus. a few minutes later, our server, and his remarkable obtuseness, arrived. an example? a fairly accurate scripting of our exchange over drinks (which took at least 4 or 5 minutes)
server: Could i offer you anything to drink? A mamosa? A bloody mary?
friend #1: no thank you. i'll just have water for now please.
server: would you prefer sparkling or non-sparkling?
friend #1: just regular water please.
server: regular water. what size bottle?
friend # 1: no, just regular water. tap water.
server: regular tap water?
friend #1: yes.
server: ah, tap water. ok. and you? a mamosa? a bloody mary?
friend #2: um. no thanks just water for me also.
server: and would that be sparking or still water? perhaps you would like a large bottle for the table?
friend #2: um. no. just regular water. with lemon.
server: and is that bottled regular water, or tap?
friend #2: tap. with lemon.
server: ah....ok. just water. and you sir? a mimosa? bloody mary? sparkling water? coffee?
me: tap water. non-sparkling. no bottle. just tap. with lemon.
server: a mimosa? or a bloody mary?
me: nope. just water. like i said.....
(our exchange with our chuck-norris-like-don't-take-no-for-an-answer-approach waiter continued as my friends inquired about cappucinos, much to the delight of our waiter, who apparently receives 1,000,000% commission on each beverage sold...so after my friends ordered their cappucinos, our waiter bluntly stated "ok, so that will be three cappucinos then for the table?", and which point i had to deliberately rebuff him again with my request for a simple goddamn glass of water).... anyway, our waiter did eventually bring our cappucinos and took our orders without making any further suave comments outside of "and for your appetizer?" when i had clearly already ordered no appetizer despite my friends doing so. the cappucinos were only ok, and after receving our appetizers (porridge with fresh fruit, and mussles in curry broth), we waited for the bread that was being passed from a basket to tables in the back to be offered to us also. especially my friend with the mussels. alas, this did not happen. so we flagged our waiter down and made it happen. after this (thank god)our waiter was much more cogniscant, and even offered butter/olive oil with the bread. ooh-la-la. the food was good though. and when our entrees arrived shorlty after(eggs benedict, chicken with tomato-pepper confit and risotto, and brandied french toast with sage sausage), they were pretty damn good as well... though the eggs were a bit overdone, the flavours in all the dishes were impressive and well put together. and, being much more concerned with food than service, the meal salvaged much of the repair done by our waiter. sure, it took a while to get our check, but we were at least stuffed and satisfied when we left. and when we were overcharged for the mussels and i saw the bartender scolding the waiter, i understood that he must have been new to the job. having apparently just graduated from mafia u.
yeah. all in all, the food and decor means i might even return for dinner some time.
just as long as i don't end up sleeping with the fishes first.
food/ambience = 4 solid stars
service = -2 read more