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| - Getting to the restaurant from any direction is a challenge on a weekend night, on which the South Side is a hub of frenzied activity, hordes of young people throughout the area and gridlock on the streets. Mallorca does not have sufficient capacity in its parking lot, which is adjacent to the restaurant, for which there is a fee of $5 plus gratuity.
When one enters the restaurant on a weekend night, they must first navigate wall-to-wall people in the bar in order to approach the stand where the hostess and owner are stationed.
I have no complaint about waiting for a table. As soon as all the members of our party arrived, our OpenTable reservation garnered us a table immediately. The dining room is as loud, uncomfortable, and jammed with tables of diners as one can imagine. The tables are placed so as to allow but a few inches between parties, not the way I wish to enjoy an expensive meal at an exclusive restaurant. It is not possible to enjoy intimate conversation when one must lean over the table and speak loudly to address their guests.
The strong suit of the restaurant is the gracious service and warm welcome that is provided by every skilled staff member, including owner Antonio Pereira. A team of young men provides service to the table. Mr. Pereira came to the table to ensure our satisfaction, always a nice and appreciated touch.
Numerous specials are announced with flair, but without any indication of the prices, which are high. Our dinner check for four was $205.20.
My pork chops in garlic sauce entree contained a generous three chops taking up a large plate, but they were served with no topping or sauce, and were dry. My fellow diners seemed to enjoy their entrees: osso buco special, vegetarian paella, and veal in cream sauce. The portions of most dishes are generous and many will take home part of their meals.
Rather than to allow the customer to choose what they would like, the restaurant makes it easy for itself by providing one type of salad and standard side dishes to all. Included with dinners is a small salad on a tiny plate, topped with a delicious thousand island dressing. Side dishes are plain, unseasoned, bland fresh vegetables: cauliflower, peas, a couple of carrot slices, and a couple of green beans, and a small plate of tasty, but not crisp homemade chips that had apparently been prepared long before being served.
With the exception of the delicious and appetizing creme brulee, which I ordered, the desserts do not lend themselves to being shared; they are small portions.
Mallorca, housed on the crazed South Side, and a significant distance from my home, is not going to be my choice for an expensive evening out in the future.
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