Ok. I get it. Anthony bourdain. Open fire. Ginormous cuts of beef. French provincial.
I can only speak about my experience tonight. I ordered an $85 bottle of wine. It was. A lesser CDP, but it's ok--yes I'm sitting here right now.
Escargots. So much sand and dirt, I was crunching it between my teeth. I informed the server--not to gain another order--Just to let her know. So they brought a second half dozen. Less sand but still too much to bear. I make escargot at home. I buy the large burgundy snails. I rinse them, but never in my life. Have I ever seen any send them. Where are they getting these things? From the Seine??
THEN, my ribeye. It looked so attractive on the grill. Honestly, I prefer a striploin because it has some teeth to it, but I ordered the ribeye tonite because it's often among the tenderest cuts and it's among the few things on the menu that is less than 500 grams. Came with haricots vert and potatoes. It's worth mentioning that the grill man was feeding the fire with pieces of pine from packing crates. That's not only cheap wood that releases no real BTUs but being pine it releases sap and other toxins into the food that's cooking above it. Real amateur hour stuff going on here.
Anyway, I cut into the steak and took my first bite. My first reaction was that this f'ing thing was never seasoned with salt and pepper. Ok. Maybe it's a Parisian thing ( I don't think so). It was complex unseasoned. And I realized, I was sitting 15 feet from the open fire, and I never once saw the bored chef put salt and pepper on anything. The chew. It was so tough, I think this may have been a rodeo animal. I salted the SOB and tried again. No better. I ate the your-grandmother-overcooked-them green beans and a few of the (yes, unsalted) potatoes and left 3/4 of the leathery meat on the plate and took my bottle of wine to sit at the bar.
The owner was sitting there at the end of the bar, exactly in the same place as when I walked in. He's on his laptop, fat and slovenly, and dressed in a down jacket. When I walked in, he didn't even greet me. Some patron did. I was put off. Is this a neighborhood bar? A frat house?? She was sitting next to him and said hello, and that was the end of it. I literally had to find someone to help me find my place, my seat, my anything.
So, I walked over to him, and quietly, politely, even sympathetically, told him that the meat was terrible. I went so far as to pull out my phone and showed him pictures of the steaks that I prepared at home, trying to convey to him that I know what I'm talking about. It was lost on him. He grunted. And for the time it took me to finish the rest of my bottle of wine, he glared at me, and discussed with the staff my something or other. This guy is the worst kind of restaurant owner. He doesn't give a damn. He's lazy. And he has no interest and the quality of his product. The restaurant owner doesn't sit down for three hours at the end of the bar, drinking wine, and checking his laptop, while his place is burning to the f'ing ground.
To be honest, most of the customers look like college students or perhaps just a little older, and maybe they're not that picky. But I don't consider myself to be picky. I'm just looking for a decent piece of meat that I can chew, and subsequently swallow. It would be nice, too, if I didn't have to do my own seasoning on everything on my plate. I'm not a big salt guy. In fact, my wife and I always argue about whether there's too much salt on the food. On this food, however, there was not a drop of salt and not a drop of pepper. Hint: grilling 101. Season your meat, preferably a couple of hours before it hits the grill. Oh, and by the way that brings up another story. The grill master was slamming a piece of meat on the counter the entire time I was sitting there while he was waiting for the next order. I'm talking 100 times. Picking up a piece of meat, and slamming it down of the counter, just to keep himself occupied. What the hell is that? Is he bored, does he need some kind of relaxation technology? So unprofessional. And I have to say, he looked like he hated his job more than I hated my meal.
I cannot imagine any reason in the world to eat here. It's dirty. It's lousy. And did I mention that the food sucks??
Addendum. Prior to posting this review I sent it to the restaurant to give them a fair chance to respond. Well what do you think they did? Yep. They took the offensive and attacked me. I dare say that this is the number one reason that this place is a disaster. Zero introspection. Well, there ya have it. read more