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| - Two & a half stars.
How is it that it is a guy named Moses who is the saviour in a Japanese restaurant? The one bright spot in the oh so cavernous restaurant Ame is a bartender who really knows his stuff when it comes to mixology. Moses, you can part the Red Sea and I'd follow you any day of the week as long as you have one of those fab-u-lous-oh cocktails in hand. I'm a cocktail contessa and I know my stuff and this boy really brings the A game to the bar. That is where the goodness of Ame ends. If the owners were smart they turn the front part of Ame into a much more comfortable sitting area and let Moses turn up the heat.
The FARC's and a new guest were on the loose last night on the heels of Andrea's review and we were pumped. Talk about all sizzle and no steak. All flash and no dazzle. For me, Ame has the depth of a postage stamp. We sidled up to the Robata bar where the guys behind there could take a cue from Moses and at least interact, talk, smile or wink at us. It was like we weren't even there. Our waiter, bless his sweet soul, was on his first shift and really knew nothing of the menu. When Susan questioned him he confessed (I'll give him props for his honesty) that he hadn't even tasted any of the dishes. Big, big, big faux pas by the management. Feed your staff fools! They are your best sales people and asset to your bottom line.
Anyway, we ordered up some plates to share; (see Susan's run down) and in the end the only thing that had a wow factor to it was the pork belly with the miso bacon. Everything else was "meh". For the price tags, this was in my opinion, a disappointment. The miso cod didn't need to have a pile of soggy, grey looking seaweed dropped on top. The crab was playing hide and seek in the maki. And the duck, which initially had my mouth watering when reading the menu (curry & mango salsa), looked pretty, much like the restaurant, but had no attitude. Cubed up melon does not a fruit salsa make. They needed to add something emulsified to tie it all together. However, like the restaurant, the plates looked pretty. Lots of zig zags, dots and dribbles.
We all ordered up Ramen to finish up because we were still hungry and I have to say that my Grandmother had thimbles bigger than these bowls. There was a raw egg yolk in the bowl which I removed. It was suggested to me that it would cook inside the broth, which it would have, except there was barely enough broth to cover the noodles, so I took it out. Raw eggs don't do it for me.
We passed on dessert. WTF is up with that dessert menu anyway? There were four things listed on it....said something like....Liquid Chocolate....Apricots and Honey....so on....how is this a dessert menu? The bill for those small plates, a mid priced bottle of wine, a glass of Sake for Susan and the Ramen was $255 bucks (before tip).
Would I go back? Moses the bartender told me that they'll be changing up the cocktail menu every few months. For that I'd venture in. For food....I think not.
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