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This is definitely a situation that begs a "half-star" allowance in the rating system. I'd like the give GHT 2.5 stars based on our experience. Since no half star is available, and most reviews are positive, I am opting for the lower 2 star rating to weigh our unfortunately somewhat negative experience more weight.
Carry on:
After having several earsful of yammering about how wonderful the Greenhouse Tavern is from both friends and my trusted electronic sources, I decided to make it a point to finally visit for a birthday dinner.
In preparation I started studying the menu and began salivating days in advance as I wrestled with the difficult choices. I made a reservation for our group, and looked forward to the visit.
We arrived a bit early, and were both surprised and happy that our table was ready. We were quickly seated and waited for the rest of our group to arrive so we could get down to business.
Unfortunately, it was around this point that things kind of took a turn service-wise, and it really put a damper on the rest of the evening.
Essentially, from the moment our server came to take our drinks we were treated to a pretty condescending tone lasted the duration of our visit. As the rest of our group filtered in, they remarked on the attitude as well. Most of them were surprised, as nearly everyone had eaten at GHT before (some of them frequently), and could confirm that the service we were getting was not the norm. As we moved on and ordered our food and drinks, we continued to get more of the same, and the end result is that it really made the experience kind of a drag.
On a positive note, the food was excellent. It lived up to all of the hype, and everyone in our group seemed to enjoy their orders. The Chicken Fried Lamb Steak was something I'll be craving in the future, and the animal style frites were an over-the-top taste sensation that my arteries are still cursing. I think GHT mostly lived up to its culinary reputation, and while I understand that our service that night is an anomaly, it soured me enough that I won't be rushing back.
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