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| - My husband and I went here for the first time for our 25th wedding anniversary dinner. We decided to go to Bacaro on the Sunday of Labor Day weekend thinking it would be nice to avoid the crowds on a Friday or Saturday night. It is a beautiful, modern looking restaurant. When you walk in, there are two rooms -- the first room behind the hostess stand has more room and tables are further apart. The second room to the right behind the hostess stand has the long bar in it and tables are very close together down the left side of the room (one long "banquette" sofa on one side of the tables). The 3 or 4 tables in front of the window in this room were all taken already.
We had high hopes for the restaurant given the reviews we'd read / heard and that it has been open for quite a long time, would seem to be a tried and true restaurant. (My hobby since high school 20+ years ago has been finding / going to good restaurants at home and travelling.) But first strike happened right off the bat with the hostess. Apparently they were not seating in the first room -- she showed us two tables, one not cleaned off in the middle of the seating on the left and the other in the very back corner next to an already occupied table. Since it was a special night, we really didn't want to be shoved in a corner so we asked for the middle table. Wonder why she wouldn't have cleaned off the table first and then asked us which one we would like?
The tables are uncomfortably close together -- a group of 3 was to our right. No one was at the two tables next to us. Second strike -- instead of trying to give people space that was available, the hostess set a couple right next to us instead of a table over. We found out later that the next room did end up being used and we could have had a table with much more room / privacy. It was awkward all evening being that close to two other tables.
Third strike -- it was apparent very quickly that the restaurant had only two waiters handling the whole restaurant. I don't know if someone didn't show up or if it was poor planning. Maybe they thought it would be a quiet night and that two would do it. We could tell our waitress was harried from the moment she arrived at our table and as I watched her throughout the evening, she never stopping running from the kitchen throughout the room. I'm sure she was one tired girl by the end of the evening.
Fourth strike -- we don't drink and ordered ice teas. No sugar offered and she was so busy we hated to even bother her. Finally at some point we managed to sneak in the ask. But why did we have to ask.
Fifth strike -- three of the items I was interesting in choosing from for my entree had mint in them. I am not a big fan of mint so when the waitress came to take our order -- I needed to know if I could have the kitchen hold the mint on whatever I ordered. She said she could check but then waited to take our order which I really couldn't give until I knew the answer. Awkward moment. So after hem hawing a moment she finally headed to the kitchen to ask. I felt bad because I knew she was harried and didn't need this (and I didn't want to make the chef(s) mad (i.e. "soup nazi"?!) but at the same time if I'm going to pay close to $100 for a dinner for two, surely I can ask? (Later the lady at the table next to me also had a special request for the kitchen which made me feel better!) Fortunately, they were able to accept my request.
The dinner started off with an amuse bouche of a tiny square of frittata. It was cute, one of those fun things you get at nice restaurants but just okay. I wished I had ordered the heirloom tomatoes as a starter but got flustered because of the above -- we both ended up ordering a salad w/ goat's cheese and peaches. The peaches were heavenly, deliciously ripe, sweet, and juicy -- my husband ate every last bite of his salad but mine had too many stemmed pieces of lettuce so I didn't do as well.
Sixth strike -- I had ordered the shrimp risotto and my husband had ordered chicken. I noticed on the menu that it was $28 and thought hmm..... Mine was fine, not blow-me-away good (which was too bad because risotto I had recently at Silvercreek was WAY better) but husband's chicken....... well, you know that credit card commercial on tv where the couple goes out for a nice dinner and they get so little food, they go out for sandwiches afterward? That's the kind of dinner my husband had at Bacaro. It arrived on a large white plate with nothing on it but a sliced chicken breast, a chicken leg, and essentially a chopped garnish of picked corn, bacon, etc. And NOTHING else. He was stil hungry after he ate it. (He was already asking what would be for breakfast that night when we went to bed because he was still hungry.) I read someone else's review on Yelp that also said $28 for chicken?! (yelp says I'm out of space, will have to finish in another post.)
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