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| - Went there last night and sat at the bar. The decor is gorgeous, and the bartender was attentive. I had one cocktail off the menu and ordered two other classic ones -- which were, in fact, better than the one off the menu. Not necessarily worth the price for the taste, but I guess you're paying for atmosphere, which is indeed wonderful.
The mistake was ordering a plate of nachos. These were described as "Texas Nachos" and they also cost $13. My companion and I were operating under the naive assumption that we might split this $13 nacho plate. What came was a small plate blanketed in cheese, with some squiggles of things and some cilantro on top. And a small bowl of salsa on the side. We strained to see the nachos. I think there were about six or so. No exaggeration. No more than six. The bar tender looked at us and said, "Let me guess, you expected some nachos?" I noted that it would have been nice to have a few more nachos for all that cheese and he said, "But you'll get forks to eat it with."
Okay, these nachos, once we were able to dig them out of the cheese gloop with our fingers (they really were completely covered), were very, very good. And then we still had a plate covered with cheese, and no nachos. Oh, also, there was the salsa -- what in the world was the point of that? Salsa is for when there is a dry spot left on a nacho that you would like to get wet. Or maybe for the nachos on the bottom of the stack, the ones with less cheese on them. But there were no nachos on the bottom of the stack. There was no stack.
In any case, the promised forks did not come. I suppose the idea was to use the forks to eat the gloopy nachos, but we had already excavated all there was to excavate for a while, and finally I asked the bartender about the forks and he brought them over. But at that point we'd waited so long that the cheese had hardened. And you know, it's really not that satisfying to eat random melted cheese with a fork. They've invented a neat little thing for that. It's called a nacho.
Bathrooms were clean at the start of the evening, very much not later on. I guess the best thing is to go when no one else is there, and only have drinks.
Anyway, two stars for ambience and decent drinks, but one star off for dirty bathrooms and gaps in service, and two stars off for abuse of the English language and the state of Texas. I've lived in Texas. If you tried to charge someone $13 for a plate with six nachos on it, and told them these were *Texas* nachos, you'd regret it fast.
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