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| - Hold up, hold your horses, not another Del Friscos review! This one isn't all rainbows and smiley faces though. Well, all things considered, they're still receiving 4 stars and I can honestly say at the end of the day, the Del doesn't disappoint.
The stage is set once you browse the menu. It describes how to eat the bread, 'with your hands' and clear as day lets you know that YOU, "you mean me?", yes YOU control the pace of the meal. Maybe that's the reason for such limited reservations spots? Most definitely not a detrimental way of doing business.
Del Friscos truly is a "can't miss" for restaurant week. Their version of turtle soup was yummay. Perfectly seasoned and quite filling. The steak - even hooked on phonics couldn't educate me enough come up with adequate adjectives to describe it. Unlike Del's adopted stepbrother Sully, the steak here is seasoned just right.
The potatoes were good but nothing to call home to momma about. But that strawberry cheesecake...oh man. Do you like Strawberry Shortcake ice cream? This guy right here sure does and that's what that cheesecake tasted like. Now that's how you finish off a meal.
As stated, it isn't all praise and worship though. Upon our arrival, we didn't even get greeted. Wait, are we at the right place? Is this the Westin or Del Friscos? Can I get a hello, bienvenidos, aloha, anything? Nope. We had to approach the hostess and introduce ourselves and reservation. Our first cocktail waitress wasn't all that nice either.
Normally I wouldn't even give a rat's arse or give it a second thought but these two were almost, almost rude - at least by Del Frisco's standards. If it was any other place, I'd pay it no mind. But it's Del and let's face it, we all expect perfection. See what you guys have done Del Friscos? You're too damn good for your own good.
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