I caught The F Word, last night and after seeing Ramsay spout lyrical about what makes a good
Restaurant, I was expecting a smooth service, quality staff informed and capable and solid food in terms of standard and refinement. Was that what I was treated to at the York and Albany?
Was it F***...
So when we 3 turned up and see the man himself meeting and greeting diners as they round off their evenings, I think we were In for a good time. Surely with Ramsey in the house we're onto a winner...
We arrived 20 min early for our 9:30 booking, a late dinner so to beat the busy drinking and dinner crowd. Its a good call the place isn't busy the small drinking parties and couples seems content occupied in conversation. So, we head to the bar to kick off the evening with a cheeky cocktail...
We check in wit the maitre de and sit, the staff for some reason flustered, greets us with a hello and the three of them get back to what looks like serving the only two other people at the bar and of course orders for table service. But there are three of them and the place isn't exactly huge and only a third full.
15 minutes later, we are still sitting at the bar....
Finally he serves us.
'A Mint Julip A Martini* and a Summit please'
"a wha...?'
'A Summit'
'A what???'
Er... a Summit. It's on your bar menu...'
'A Summit' he repeats...
He then shrugs looking baffled and walks off....
We all look at each other, what just happened.
First drink arrives Over 5 minutes later, the next five minutes after that and then my Summit eventually turns up.
Nice. The Julip has melted away, the Martini is doing a good job at warming up....
We should've ordered beers, but I fear he would've hopped on the Eurostar to Belgium to go fetch them and brought back two Lemonades and a Sunny Delight.
Not the greatest start.
So now we have out drinks and so get to work on them in their various states the maitre de comes over,
'You know your table was booked for 930 right?'
'Yes we do'
He replies a tad pompously
'Do you still want it? It's just, well your still at the bar and its 9:50...'
I explain to him quite shortly we are only at the bar still because it took them half an hour to serve us and make three drinks...
He apologizes for the bar staff and our wait.
So to speed things up we decide to take our drinks to the table...
We ask if we can have a corner table, its not busy so figured it wouldn't be a problem.
So when we walk in we find we are slap bang in the middle of the room with our table trust up against another party dining directly behind us. We all are suppressing our irritation at the nights events so we take it, grit out teeth and settle for dinner.
The room is lit intimately, the few remaining diners seem to be into the tail ends of there meals, we see desserts and wine on the few tables left. It's not busy out here
So our waiter turns up, a few read by rote pleasantries and dumps the menus unceremoniously in front of us and scuttles off .
So we browse the menu, talk amongst ourselves, look around, (note: If you are gonna make a point of having a glass door on your wine cellar, maybe don't have cardboard all over the floor and half ripped open boxes plonked in front of the fancy wine racks), read the menus again, talk, and talk some more....
Where the hell is our waiter?!?!?!?!
One has appeared briefly I hail him as he brings coffee and aperitifs across the way, again seems startled that we want service...
We order, he takes it, and flees again.
Maybe there is a staff diner being served about now?
He arrives back sometime later with our wines, pours it out like its soda at a kids party.
I'm not a really fussy about wines but my friend had taken the liberty to choose two pricey bottles; a white and a red.
He asked for them to decant the red. To which he responded yes.
When he arrived back he uncorked it in a flourish, puts it on the edge of the table and told us
'So it can breath'
Huh? We wanted it decanted...
The white sits on the opposite side with not an ice bucket or cooler in sight.
We are all rubbing out foreheads at this point
The starters arrive, one good, one questionable and mine bad... Breaded fried oysters, crunchy and tasty to begin with until they went off like a depth charge in my mouth with no amount of pinot blanc to quell that taste...
Whoa mamma that was fishy.
Onto the mains...
So out waiter comes out with a wooden board with slices of beef and proceeds to shove the excess glasses and cutlery around to make space... Er maybe you should've cleared the table properly when you reset?
So we are now faced with the beef. While to look at, it was cooked to medium rare perfection, but under closer inspection it failed. Miserably.
Not so much as a light marbling of fat as huge coal veins snaking through.
And once you got your laughing gear round it, it was gristly and somewhat tough meat. On the upside, chips were damn good. They, at some point shook hands with a truffle and were definitely Moorish.. read more