Much like the review here from Katie G., which I totally agree with I must offer my ideas. First let me say I've been wanting to try this place for sometime but it has always been difficult to get a reservation. This evening my lovely lady and I were able to make the scene. Reservations were secured but not specified inside or out. The outside is porch side a location that one would imagine falling away from the building with a lean that made sitting level all but impossible. Aside from the lean to starboard the space as many on this busy street could have benefitted from a broom, pressure wash, wet rag and a coat of paint. So okay no big deal, leaning, on a dirty porch in sweltering heat, with the only moving air coming from a dusty overhead fan, this is nothing Ameal is not used to. However when the wait staff arrived I was only thirsty enough to request a liter of iced water my beautiful lady ordered her usual fancy martini! The only thing interesting seemed to be that the combination of the heat, the lean and the wait spoiled our appetites. Water an tee-knee arrived and I knew at first sip my sweetheart was disappointed, the famous cranberry/ginger recommended martini had the ginger, and we could see the cranberries but seems to be very light on the vodka...the last sip which was the second sip proved this observation to be correct...we did however have the experience of paying the $15 dollars for mediocre drink...haha we've done that too many times before!
The food...at this point suddenly not being that hungry we decided to try a few menu items, first the whatever they call them bacon wrapped dates, made and reheated under a broiler were extra crispy, okay but nothing spectacular as the price might have suggested. We wanted to compare Ameals favorite dish, the beef carpaccio which I've eaten many times in 4 continents. This by far was the worst representation of beef carpaccio I've ever seen, smelt or tasted, we were so shocked we did not even take a photo as evidence of our astonishment. If you don't like a dirty waiters thumb shoved under a heap of arugula (to the edge of the plate) no doubt massaging the thin beef hiding underneath; then don't order this dish, if you don't like arugula enough for four salads; don't order this dish, if you like to munch dry greens comingled with tasteless mealy leftover beef; try it...order this dish! AND finally if for 20 bucks you are expecting more beef than would cover the center of a small plate, I would bet less than an ounce, with nothing other than two tiny crusts of bread, then by all means; order this dish! Lastly we ordered the ceviche which in our limited time at 915 was the only dish which we enjoyed, seemed fresh, great flavor and priced right. In the meantime, all water drained, sweated brows, we waited, and waited, and waited...the waiter showed up as if being attentive desert menu in hand and was greeted to a chorus of "can we please have the check"...well enough said, we were both too tired, too hot and too afraid to order desert. Will Ameal return....doubtful, will Ameal and his lovely sweetheart continue to suggest his clients and guests try 915, don't think so, I will however say we will watch for reports of the new restaurant grand opening in this space as it exists 915 can't possibly survive unless it's on the backs of unsuspecting tourists! read more