If you like a million-dollar view with a fast food vibe, this is the place for you--what a combination, right? We were lured in by the promise of stunning scenery, only to be served a "Baguette" with "dipping sauce" (aka three bucks for a plastic tub of ketchup's distant cousin). It arrived wrapped in a paper sack--like, the kind you get at Walmart when you're buying your week's worth of frozen pizzas, not the kind you'd expect to cradle a semi-respectable meal.
No charcuterie board, no plate, not even a napkin, because apparently, they're saving that luxury for the rich folks. But hey, at least they didn't skimp on the $25 bottle of wine--delivered straight from the cellar unrefrigerated in a solo cup(yeah thats right, no wine glasses.) (just how we all like our Chardonnay, right?). They did, however, charge us a couple extra bucks for a KFC-sized bucket of ice to chill it. Classy.
Honestly, this place is the culinary equivalent of putting lipstick on a pig: you're paying for the view, not the food. And let's not even talk about the service. Guess they figured if you're gazing out over the water, you're too distracted to notice you're eating like you're at a drive-thru.
A million-dollar view with a fast food vibe--what a combination, right? We were lured in by the promise of stunning scenery, only to be served a "Baguette" with "dipping sauce" (aka three bucks for a plastic tub of ketchup's distant cousin). It arrived wrapped in a paper sack--like, the kind you get at Walmart when you're buying your week's worth of frozen pizzas, not the kind you'd expect to cradle a semi-respectable meal.
No charcuterie board, no plate, not even a napkin, because apparently, they're saving that luxury for the rich folks. But hey, at least they didn't skimp on the $25 bottle of wine--delivered straight from the cellar unrefrigerated (just how we all like our Chardonnay, right?). They did, however, charge us a couple extra bucks for a KFC-sized bucket of ice to chill it. Classy.
Honestly, this place is the culinary equivalent of putting lipstick on a pig: you're paying for the view, not the food. And let's not even talk about the service. Guess they figured if you're gazing out over the water, you're too distracted to notice you're eating like you're at a drive-thru.
This image perfectly encapsulates the whole "luxury meets fast food" fiasco, doesn't it? A bottle of wine that could've used a good chilling (for which you had to pay extra for the bucket of ice--nothing says fine dining like a KFC-sized bucket, am I right?), a baguette wrapped in a paper bag (I'm sorry, is this a rustic artisanal experience or a grocery store trip?), and a side of dipping sauce in a plastic tub. Truly, who needs plates and utensils when you've got scenic views to distract from the fact you're eating out of a bag?
Not to mention, the wine itself--unrefrigerated. But hey, as long as you're sitting out there overlooking the countryside, it doesn't matter that you're dining like it's a tailgate party. At least there's the water bottle for some hydration, though you're really going to need it to wash down that... experience.
The view is stunning, but the service? Not so much. A million-dollar view with a "fast food meets fine dining" reality check. read more