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| - I have been going to Kaz since it opened. I have been there perhaps 75 to 100 times. I really enjoyed the original crew of Michael, Germann,and Rich really made this vino alley a chill place to drink and relate. Over the years the wine list changed to incorporate more and more fun and non commercial choices. Where else in town can you get Domaine El Bordj from the Atlas Mountain of Algeria. That wine has Farranah, El Maoui and Tizourine varietals in it......picked those up at your local Fleming's lately?
It is hard I suppose to retain core quality staff and they leave eventually. The new younger XYZ and Nexter service staff are eager but lack knowledge and manners at times. Recently, I took another wine professional friend in there for his birthday and I ordered an older vintage of Showket Sangiovese. It arrived after 20 minutes, and the young woman opened it for me. As I drew it to my nose I caught the unmistakable TCA vapor. I stated the corked condition of the wine, and rejected this natural flaw. She rather indignantly took the bottle to her manager. The "manager" a rather impish sprite of false authority. He poured a taste and took it down. He shook his head, and told the girl "it's not corked!"
Draw a sword on me, Young Lad, and taste the smoke of my blunderbuss. She attempted to hawk the fouled blood of Jupiter back on us which I rather vehemently told her that I needed another wine. We then ordered another vintage of the Showket Sangiovese and after 10 minutes......Voila.....she told us they were out! I then told her that we wanted to order one of the original vintage choices and that we were really THIRSTY! Again, after 5 additional minutes she arrived back and finally opened a delicious wine. The whole episode left a sour taste in my mouth (Pun Intended).
Even more recently, I had a Spanish Wine exporter friend named Juan De Vega in town and he wanted a place to drink cocktails and wine. Not much choice for location other than Kaz so I took him down there. Of course, it was packed to the gills so we could not get close to the bar. Two Young women offered to allow us in to order so we bought a round. We introduced ourselves and they started to play games like kissing each other passionately for our viewing pleasure, although one claimed to be dating the chef. Both us are happily married men and thankfully not intrigued by their act . We attempted to be friendly, but disengage so we could talk wine business. The more mental of the duo became oddly fixated on Juan and kept interjecting rude and schizophrenic comments. I attempted to again be friendly but explain that Juan and I were just attempting to talk business. But Nooooooooo......freaky girl lost it and started to cry. I grew tired of the Mary Hartman Mary Hartman episode, and we paid our bill and bolted.
I will give Kaz another try down the road, but rude guests and clueless service staff are intolerable to me.
Another peeve is the constant damp odor of cleaning supplies that permeate the room. Not so nice when drinking fine wine, but the stemware and wine selection easily overcompensate that peeve.
When there make sure you try a kalishka cocktail (sp) as it is awesome as a house shot.
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