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| - I don't know what happened to this place. My fiancee and I went for Valentine's Day dinner on a 7 p.m. reservation. First, we had expected some sort of special prix fixe menu for the holiday from an establishment of this caliber. The specials that were offered were unfortunately somewhat disappointing, so we both ended up ordering off of the menu.
My fiancee tried to order the Mediterranean Sea Bass, but was informed that it "wasn't like Chilean Sea Bass," it was served "tail on" and the most people were "scared away." Not wanting to be scared, she opted for the Flat Iron Steak.
I had hoped to enjoy the Lobster Macaroni & Cheese, a dish I remember fondly from having dined at Moxie in its better days. Unfortunately, it was nowhere to be found. Instead, I took the waitress up on the salmon she had tried to suggest to my fiancee in place of her sea bass.
Our starters (calamari, crab cakes) were decent, but our mains were nothing to write home about. The salmon was flavorful but unimpressive, and the flat iron steak was bland (even at medium). For thirty dollars each (just for the entrees) we felt we could do much better elsewhere in town (It would be worth driving out to Lakewood for Players on Madison)
When it came time for dessert, I was pleasantly surprised to see a peppermint/chocolate dish called the "Baked Alaskan" - a brownie with peppermint ice cream and marshmallow meringue. When it arrived, the meringue had been torched until rock solid, and the peppermint ice cream was avocado-colored and tasted faintly of cucumbers. My fiancee promptly informed me that I could have done a better job with the dish myself (likely true) and, thankfully, allowed me to share her black-bottomed cheesecake.
The final blow comes to the treatment of our wine. We had ordered a $56 bottle, planning to take the remainder home under Ohio's relatively new laws requiring restaurants to recork the unfinished portion. When we asked to have the wine re-corked, our waitress informed us that she had lost the screwtop, and suggested that we ride home with our finger in the bottle! I'm sure this was meant to be funny, but it really wasn't. She scrounged up a cork from another bottle (wrong size) and put the wine in a vastly oversized bag. Not only was the cork the wrong size, but it was stained with red wine and a poor match for our white blend.
In a city with as many fabulous restaurants as Cleveland, don't settle on $90/head mediocrity. You just don't need to patronize Moxie anymore.
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