I love the design, layout, lighting, etc. The ambiance is truly stellar. It's always packed with people every time I go, which makes this feel like a real city eatery and social drinking depot. The drinks - well prepared. No. 63 was lip smackin' good. The food - pleasantly passable. It somewhat flirts with the palate and does just the trick to soak up a sip or two of bourbon. I wish I had no more to say...
[She bites her knuckles and hesitates] Boy does it pain me to knock off stars for service. Mistake me not, this feedback isn't impulsive retribution after one sour puss waiter. Time after time, I leave thinking "why couldn't they just be nicer?" I don't need to be spoon fed, have my napkin tucked under my chin or showered with compliments I wasn't fishing for. I also don't mind if you are cooler, more hipster or read more Kerouac than me.
I just don't want to feel like I'm inconveniencing someone for a meal that comes out of my wallet in the end. Inattentive and unresponsive. Regardless of the other positive traits Windsor has going for it, there is still something very unsatisfying when you leave feeling like you were just another annoyance in a sea of demanding diners.