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| - Went here for my birthday dinner tonight, my wife and I and another couple. We had reservations, so no issues with seating. In fact, I thought the place was pretty dead, considering it was a Friday night.
Our waitress dropped by after a rather longish wait to see what we'd like to drink. We'd been chatting and hadn't looked at the specialty drink menu, so we asked her to come back. She did, eventually, but she'd been gone so long we'd also had a chance to choose our entrees. She took our drink order and bolted w/o asking if we'd be interested in ordering our entrees. A while later (again, the place really wasn't busy, plenty of open tables) she came back with the drinks and immediately launches into the specials. We were in the middle of a fun discussion, but she didn't say, "Would you like to hear about the specials?" she just basically performed an aural rape on our ears while she (reading from her pad) droned on about the 5-6 different specials. We semi-politely listened (not like we had a lot of choice) until she was done, after which she bolted again. WTF?
She came back in a bit and took our order. Only one of us chose a special (pork chop), though he asked how much it cost first. "$22," she replied, "Which is a real deal." Thanks for your input, Stella. The orders were given and off she went.
The food arrived in reasonable time and we all dug in. I ordered a salmon dinner, which was described as served with rice cake, bok choy, assorted vegetables, and a horseradish mayo. The salmon was...weird. It actually looked FRIED. We all looked at it and couldn't figure out how it'd been cooked, but it really looked like it had some kind of light breading on it and had been deep fried. Once inside it was fine...you know, salmon. Nothing unusual, nothing memorable. Just...salmon. I'm not sure what the point of the external treatment was; it didn't add anything to the flavor.
The veggies were overcooked and limp, with a couple leaves of bok choy throw over them. They all basically tasted the same. About a third of the way into the entree I finally began to taste the horseradish mayo and found some rice under the veggies. There may have been two tablespoons of rice, total.
Pork chop boy said he liked his entree, though he didn't sound particularly thrilled. My wife ordered some kind of chicken medallions and I tasted one. Not bad. Hard to screw up chicken. Her veggies were like mine, however.
At one point the manager (I guess...someone at a higher pay scale than a waitress, at least) came around, pressing the flesh. He asked how things were...well, generally I let these guys slide and save my reviews for Yelp, but this place has enough portentous attitude, I figured I'd answer honestly. I told him basically what I've told you here. He blinked at me for a moment...apparently he wasn't actually expecting anyone to tell him the truth (no surprise...who does (besides me....)) then he looked away from me and asked everyone else how their food was. They all gave the obligatory answers and he left. Wow. Thanks for stopping by, Skippy.
During our meal, whenever the waitress stopped by she'd very rudely interrupt the conversation and take over. She acted like we were holding up her night. Well, that is, had she actually paused before launching into whatever she wanted to say.
The dinner progressed and toward the end the waitress stopped by and said the manager wanted to buy me a free dessert. Hey, great...except we probably weren't planning on ordering dessert, anyway. Nice scam...buy one individual dessert and everyone else will feel compelled to buy dessert to avoid having to sit there watching him eat his. Anyway, the dessert menu didn't blow anyone's skirt up, so we passed. No further offers of goodwill on the manager's part were forthcoming, however.
While we finished our dinner and drinks the busboy(s) started swarming us. It was ridiculous. I'd no sooner put the last bite of some bread in my mouth, one was reaching for my plate. Dude...there's a ton of bread left in that basket, maybe I might want another piece? On one such busboy invasion, this kid was reaching across our table, through our conversation, and we finally just stopped talking and looked at him. So here we are, four of us looking at him while he's staring down a saucer, trying to figure out how to reach it without climbing onto our table, and I finally said, "Would you like us to order you something?" I mean, since he was apparently joining us tonight. I thought I saw two brain cells fire momentarily, then go out.
All in all, we won't be going back. The Georgetown is exactly what it looks like on the outside: a restaurant trying very hard to appeal to the cool crowd, with a chef who throws things at the wall to see what sounds good on the menu rather than putting any thought into how it will taste in your mouth.
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