Sat at the bar with my husband. We ordered three drinks, three "snack" plates and a flat bread. With their automatic gratuity, the bill was about $130. The food was flavorful and the service was attentive. The space is lovely. We were the only people at the bar and the restaurant was mostly empty for the "happy hour" we spent. There was a guy behind the bar who was amazing - - he was friendly, engaging, informative. He had excellent recommendations and seemed invested in our experience.
There was also a woman behind the bar with dark hair who seemed unhappy. As we sat down, I immediately sensed something was wrong. She just seemed.....burdened. She wasn't much for eye contact and seemed to resent our being there, though I did not take this personally (oddly); it is hard to explain but I just felt she had something going on in her life that was heavy. We all do sometimes. I did see her engage with some of her colleagues which seemed to lighten her disposition a bit - - she smiled at them, shared a laugh.
My husband likes to sit at a bar and engage with others - - customers, bartenders....he likes people, he enjoys conversation. I know this won't appeal to everyone and we all have bad days but when this young lady sipped a cocktail off to the side, my husband joked that at first he thought she was doing quality control on a customer's drink before realizing she made it for herself. He was smiling, chuckling as he said this - being playful in an effort to connect.
She bristled and frowned. "I didn't make it for myself. I am doing research."
"What are you researching?" He asked, genuinely curious to know if it was a new cocktail and what the profile was like.
"Well," she snapped, incredibly bitter, "to answer you in an equally condescending tone, I am helping my bar manager with....."
Honestly, I can't report the last bit of her sentence as I quit listening. Her expression was so irritated, so full of contempt, I recoiled into myself and shut down.
We all fell silent for several awkward beats before she seemed to only slightly soften and commented on some of the flavors she was working with in the cocktail. We listened and nodded, the awkwardness still present like a fourth, unwanted stranger among us. Then, she walked off and did not return for a bit. I assumed she was taking some time, allowing herself to be frustrated, upset, irritated, angry - whatever was going on with her - in private.
If this young woman is reading this review, we apologize for offending you. My husband and I are both extroverts and while we genuinely enjoy connecting with others, we should not assume just because you are working behind a bar, that you are receptive or will find his playful effort to engage charming. I mean this. I am not being passive aggressive.
And while I am not sure if you were having a bad day or it was truly just us, if anything at all is unsettling you, I genuinely hope it gets better.
This was my first time at Vicia and I had been excited to try it. We were there because I had just learned that I will need 2-3 surgeries to correct a complex medical problem. If you can believe it, we were actually celebrating because I had such a positive, supportive meeting with a specialist that day where I felt validated and comforted by the plan she recommended.
We were there because we are like anyone struggling with something....just trying to find the light in the dark. read more