Yeah well. . . . I was reluctant to host a business dinner at a rotating restaurant (is that like inviting a girl up for a drink if your pad looks like Austin Powers'?), but I did it anyway. Why? Because my fellow yelpers seemed to think it a good idea.
It was alright. I don't think anyone aside from me really looked out the window and the food was okay. They ended up hating my "affordably priced" $50 bottles of wine and sent them back for something more extravagent. Typical. The steak was delish. And, here's something. I'm not much for creme brulee. It's a'ight, but my favorite part is always the crispy sugar top. Well, with our fixed price menu, we got a trio of brulees; vanilla, chocoloate and caramel (or dulce de leche if you're feeling fancy). Holy crispy sugar Batman. I ate the hell out of those things. Maybe their crust:custard ratio was high enough for me to enjoy them, or maybe they were really good, but; they were really good.
I ordered a sidecar to start however and I ended up with a snifter of Courvoisier and triple sec and a small glass with ice. Um. Almost.
Probably not worth the price if you don't care about the view.