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| - Summary: A credible-but-not-great steak joint rendered awful by the clientele.
Every review here seems to have a few raves: the decor, the hostesses, and the food.
The decor is thoroughly neutral and OK, but it is neither a memorable nor a particularly comfortable space.
The hostesses, described as "model-like" in other reviews, may have made models of cars, buildings, or atomic structures, but they were not models themselves as judged by appearance. Perhaps they were "model hostesses" in that they set a standard for hostessing as an activity?
The food was good, basically. There was an intriguing array of items brought with the bread, including a cheese-and-garlic spread rendered in a sort of tapenade texture that was very nice.
I had a lobster chowder that was well seasoned and had big chunks of lobster as an appetizer. My companion had a bland crab cake that tasted like it included a diverse and innovative combination of seasonings such as salt and perhaps a little more salt.
We ordered steaks for the entree, and they were perfectly cooked to order. Of course, my companion got the one I ordered, and I got the one she ordered. So, conceptually, it was like sending your gay male friend a female stripper. In all seriousness, at this price point who gets what steak should not be something the customer should have to sort through.
Dessert was baked Alaska, which was excellent.
Now, for our companions for the meal. We were seated at a table for two which was in a line of about 5 such tables approximately 20 inches apart. So, we got to know the people at the adjacent tables. I will highlight the table to my right. The young lady at the table appeared to be wearing a push-up bustier that didn't fit, allowing that which was to be pushed up to fall down. The solution? Manually lift the items up to display level. When they dropped again, repeat. My meal was basically ruined by this obnoxious breast preening.
The gentleman to my right took the liberty of slapping me on my arm to ask what soup I had just finished. "Dude, that looks good."
The room basically seemed to be full of people who were ill-dressed and ill-mannered who were there for a special occasion. These occasions seemed to range from birthdays and anniversaries to acquittals and dodged-a-bullet STD test results. I didn't see a tie in the room, but I saw a lot of jeans, glitter and turquoise. These people were loud, obnoxious, and seemed to think the waiter calling them "buddy" or "friend" was appropriate; to me, it was strange and really brought down the tone. When you read every other review, please note that it is this clueless clientele that is so satisfied. Many reviews mention the free valet parking. Perhaps you're driving in from St. Catharines and valet parking and a location at a Gardiner off-ramp is crucial to you after a two hour drive, no matter what the rest of the experience involves? But, for everyone else, I can't see why this would be important.
For the same overall experience, I'd go to another special-occassion-for-the-ill-bred joint, maybe Red Lobster, and pocket the couple of hundred of savings.
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