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| - I really think there is this phenomenon where when someone pays exorbitant prices for something, that they automatically think it's better than something less expensive. Dyson vacuums are an example. Mine seriously doesn't clean any better than my $80 Bissell, but people SWEAR by these things either to make themselves feel better for spending $500 on a vacuum or because they just think that it must be better because of the price. It's like a consumers placebo effect. I think Fleming's falls into this category for sure.
My parents wanted to go out for their anniversary and my dad chose this place because someone had recommended it to him. My mom called and made reservations and told them it was for an anniversary. When we arrived we were greeted promptly and seated immediately which was nice. The first thing I noticed was a stench of sewage. The bar was under construction so maybe it had something to do with that. Since my parents had chosen the place I didn't want to say anything, but had it not been for that, the smell would have made me walk out immediately. After we had sat down, both of my parents mentioned the smell also. The hostess wished my parents a happy anniversary and presented them with an anniversary card. The waiter came over and things started off pretty well with him. He seemed quick and attentive. My dad ordered a calamari appetizer which was moist and mushy. My dad ate most of it, but I couldn't stomach it.
My dad and I both decided on the filet mignon while my mom chose the salmon. The prices here are HIGH- which wouldn't be so bad if you were getting a lot of quality or even some quantity but I found that neither was really there. Our entrees averaged over $50 and did not include anything other than the meat- no veggie or even a sprig of parsley. I wanted a baked potato with my meal and a baked potato side cost $10.50! Seriously?! A 10 cent potato for $10.50?! I went ahead and ordered it because I couldn't imagine having just a slab of meat with nothing else. The $10 potato tasted like it was baked yesterday and then microwaved or re-warmed today. The filet was cooked nicely although lacked much in the way of flavor. I tried one of the sauces that went with it and it was sickly sweet and pretty nasty. Our service went downhill considerably once the food was placed on our table. Our server stopped by about 2 minutes after the food was put down and then we never saw him again. We finished our meal, a busser brought my dad a box for his leftovers and we waited for the server to come back with the check. And we waited......and waited.....and we waited some more. He never came. Eventually my dad grew impatient and wanted to leave so we went to the hostess station to get the bill. Even she couldn't find our server. There were no anniversary extras like some other reviews got- no dessert or anything like that. Not even a "see ya" from our waiter.
For comparisons sake, my preferred restaurant for tonight would have been Kona Grill, not too far from here. Usually when I go there I order the filet. The filet at Kona is the same size as the one I got here and tastes virtually the same. The only difference I would say is that Fleming's maybe has more of seared taste which in my opinion is neither good or bad. I could take it or leave it. At Kona your filet comes with garlic mashed potatoes and a veggie side and is topped with sauteed mushrooms. It costs $29. I usually order some California rolls as an appetizer for $6.95. For the same price as one piece of meat here at Fleming's I could have gotten the filet MEAL (not just a piece of meat) and THREE orders of California rolls at Kona- and there would be virtually no difference in quality.
Lastly, the atmosphere here is more reminiscent to the "fancy" restaurants of the late 80's or early 90's. It's really loud, really dark, and not very appealing. Aside from the smell of sewage which also smelled like they were trying to cover it with the smell of patchouli oil, the hostess kept walking back and forth by the food line hacking her head off like a tuberculosis patient. The crowd in the restaurant was mostly 70+ . There were a lot of oxygen tanks, walkers, and canes in there. Definitely not a spot for someone younger. I think aside from the staff I was probably the youngest person in there at 33.
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