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| - Oh how to begin......What an utter disappointment.! We went to Barchef as seasoned patrons of Toronto's cocktail scene. After being told to leave the bar and go elsewhere while placed on the callback list (they don't allow standing- yes, you read that right), we were finally saved from enduring the kool-aid saketinis at the sushi shop next door, when the cell rang. We were quickly ushered in and to our table as I noticed the median age of the clientele were early 20 somethings with nary an idea of what a classic cocktail would be... But I'm generalizing, aren't I. Ok then, let's give this place a chance. After waiting a cool 10 minutes for someone to hit our table, an extremely young (and rehearsed) waitress insists we purchase $35 'Modernist' cocktails as to truly appreciate the experience of the bar. What an embarrassing joke of a creation- udon noodle bourbon soup with patchouli spheres? WTF? A glass slipper with smoke- dusted, sugared down bourbon with what seemed like Turkish delight squares and a smoking vat, of, well smoke- simply for effect? Is this an adventure in mixology or an episode of Drink-Boss? Okay, Okay, so we didn't like the modernists and we felt stupid for agreeing to this travesty of alcohol wastage, but why judge so quickly? Well then how about the sazerac which tasted like pancake topping, the Manhattan that had no bite, the mohito served with bubble bath foam on top.... Oy, it just got worse and worse. My personal biggest issue was the lack of knowledge from the clearly overmatched wait staff who completely could not read a customer properly or even offer suggestions..... What do you recommend for an Irish whisky fan that offers a twist, then strong armed into another 'Modernist'- lord. But the icing on the cake was the sour faced blonde 'Manager' delivering a tray of over $100 in drinks and asking my friend to put his tiny bag of skittles away using the most bourgeois, nonchalant conjecture. "We don't allow outside food" So f'n rude! Over $200 later, and it's not like he had a bag of Taco Bell on the table- it was a little bag of skittles used as an after meal mint .... I could go on, but I figure I should mention that I gave Barchef 2 stars because the decor is stunning, dark, brooding and inviting. Too bad the most important entity was a complete let down. Barchef is enjoying the success brought on by a relentless overspending Gen Z who want to play Mad Men, but are clueless. This may work for the clearly schooled owner-duo, but how happy could they possibly be, not honing their craft and attracting the real mixology fans- established, with fatter wallets and authentic demands? Do yourself a favor, don't go.
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