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| - Tonight was fancy date night for J and I, so we picked Vue 412 since we've heard positive reviews. Man...were we wrong. First the good things: the view at Vue was great. And, that's about it. Everything else was mediocre to downright awful. Our waitress Lorraine from the UK was terrible. Initially, we took pity on her thinking that she was new and forgetful, however we later found out (from the manager) that she's "ditzy". We ordered the charcuterie to start. Unimpressive. The bread was hard...not crispy...hard. One of the meats had a peppermint aftertaste, which made J sick. I ordered a glass of Riesling and was told that I couldn't have that because it was not placed in the fridge like all of the other wines. Huh?!?! I got a Moscato instead. J asked for anything non-alcoholic and was told that they could give him sparkling water, but that was it. What?!?! No sodas?? Then came our entrees. J ordered the fettuccini broccoli and chicken Alfredo, and I ordered the salmon. My salmon came with asparagus, rather than spinach as the menu said, and I did not have fig and Gorgonzola cheese pasta as promised. J's Alfredo pasta was TERRIBLE. The sauce was oily and running everywhere, not creamy as one would think. Instead of fettuccini noddles, he was given meat filled ravioli, the chicken was dry and burnt, and the entire dish tasted bland. When we expressed our displeasure with Lorraine, she responded "I don't know what the chef is doing up there. Maybe he's sleeping. Or maybe he's high. I don't know" What?!?! You should NEVER say that. Since J didn't touch his food, we asked for it to be taken off the bill. Lorraine told us that since he had a little bit, they were not going to do that. We asked who she spoke with and she said that there was no manager present. During dinner?!?! So we asked for the check, paid $100 and got up to leave. The hostess asked how our meal was, and when we told of our experience, she immediately rolled her eyes, said "Oh Lorraine" and went to get a manager. We spoke with the manager and he refunded J's meal. Needless to say, we are never going back there again.
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