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The entrance is grand with its' enormous gates that make you feel like a Lilliputian.
We actually wanted Shabu-Shabu at Shaboo inside Bar Masa, until the guy told us they only had a prefix menu at Shaboo at $300 per person, so my son and I decided to just go for sushi, after all my hubby wasn't with us to pay and I still needed to get my gamble on later.
The ambiance is kind of a modern concrete and wood surreal with a hint of airey awkwardness, the service was pre-meditated snobby, with a twist of yes we are only a third full. They bring food out to the dining room in these half crates to give you a sense of freshly caught or arrived, I kinda liked it and hated it at the same time, the servers who brought them out had to helplessly stand around jerking their heads around until someone else could take the dishes off their crate trays.....stupid.
The menu looks more interesting than it is. The sushi was also for Lilliputians, WTH?? If it was awesome quality I could almost understand, but it was just, fine. The sushi size was about half a pinky, I shit you not.
If quality food dictates a price, people will still embrace it.
Too bad this Bar Masa isn't really about the quality or creativity of the deliciousness it legends in New York.
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