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| - Came to Tom Jones on a Friday night with a couple of friends. We were greeted by the waiter at the entrance and was asked if we wanted to check our coats in. The waiter promptly tossed our coats like a bag of garbage to the table next to the entrance as we handed them in( Not a great impression sign #1).
Realized that the restaurant was overly empty for a Friday night as we proceeded to our table.( Not a great impression sign #2). The lighting was very dark, and the music was creepily outdated. As we proceeded with our order, we realized that enjoying the wine of choice was going to be more challenging than one might wish for. As we tried to order a bottle of their finest red, the waiter would return with bad news only, every wine we requested was out of stock( what are the chances?). This back and forth continued a couple of times, and we successfully ordered the first bottle. ( Not a great impression sign #3).
At this stage of the meal:
1. Wine: in the glass, flowing through veins
2. Apps ordered( Ceaser salad and oysters)
The waiter asked us if we wanted some garlic bread, and we said no.
Guess what shows up a couple of minutes later? Garlic bread.
Our initial instinct of refraining from the garlic bread was right, not tasty.
We continued and went head first with the order of the mains:
Fillet, Prime Rib( Medium-Rare), New York...
Here come the apps:
Oysters: Tasted funky, Did not get food poisoning
Ceaser Salad: Death by garlic, too heavy. Destroys the palette( Not a great impression sign #4).
The waiter had a special technique of service. He would toss/ slide the plates to the table. Incredibly unique, however, seems a little rushed for a half- empty restaurant on a Friday night. ( Not a great impression sign #5).
As we tried ordering the second battle, the dance continued for three more rounds. Any wine we wanted was not available. The waiter brought a completely unrelated wine at the end. As we were anxious to wash down the meat some red, we caved.
Here come the mains:
I had the Prime- Rib, so I shall only speak on that( no I did not taste the others).
It was a crime scene... Punishable animal cruelty.
As I requested the waiter's attention to explain to him that my steak was heavily overcooked, the waiter asked me to cut if from the middle to actually prove that it was overcooked. Proceeded with the surgery, unfortunately, the patient was dead. Verdict: Steak was overcooked( medium well-done).( Not a great impression sign #6)
Got a new steak in 15 minutes, done right, medium rare. The chef approaches and tells me that the initial order he received for my steak was medium and blames the waiter.( Not a great impression sign #7)
As we walked out, our jackets were waiting for us on the table next to the entrance piled up, resembling the "jackets on the bed" during a house- party.( Not a great impression sign #8)
Surreal experience, no repeat, go to The Keg.
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