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| - Ummm.....so.....what's up with the whole 'goat' thing.
Has no one else noticed the goat theme? How has this not been mentioned??
Seriously, there's a goat head hanging on the wall (possibly more than one), little goats on the menus and bill book. I half expected to look up in the ladies room to find a goat peering over the stall. It was creepy and confusing. I NEED to understand it!!
or...maybe not.
Moving forward: The food was truly fantastic. We had the pork belly and deviled eggs with caviar, which were the two standouts for me. The meatball dish wasn't bad, I just feel as though I could have made it at home with things I already have in my refrigerator, so all in all, nothing special.
Our Manhattan's were quite good overall but lacked consistency. If there was a next time, I would stick to wine.
The problems I have with Mabel's are the following:
If this review was based on food alone, it would warrant at least 4 stars, however the running question between myself and my guy the entire evening (other than the goat conundrum) was whether or not we even saw anyone else order or eat anything.
That may not matter much to anyone, but why waste such talent on a place that seems to serve little more purpose than to be the next drop in for a bunch of 30k douchebags and their cheap, tacky, sparkly dressed girlfriends. Seriously ladies and partially tucked gents, 1998 called, it wants it's bad taste back. Have some class. I don't need to see your manscaped chest or your womans' ass cheek hanging out of the bottom of her $29.99 dress.
I may have been able to bump the rating up to three stars if the service wasn't so awkward. I can't stand it when a server (almost always female) makes eye contact and directs conversation to my date only. I don't appear threatening, I smile a lot and try to make eye contact, I'm not going to bite you.....LOOK AT ME!!
I'm a pretty cool chick and I'd like you to acknowledge my existence...thanks. For some reason, this happens to me frequently. I waited tables myself back in the day and I can't wrap my brain around that one but oh well.
All in all the food was excellent. Drinks were alright. Service was weird. If we hadn't already had a table from dinner and were forced to stand I could totally see myself wanting to shank some bitches. The whole experience felt a little 'Twilight Zone' especially with the goat situation. Doubtful return.
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