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| - I had the esteemed honor of working for Chef Bernard during the opening of his new location, and I can safely say I have not met anyone more entitled and arrogant in my adult life. I worked for two weeks without pay, after being promised compensation, putting together the tables you sit at during your foray into what may be the most banal dining experience in all of Charlotte. The man, and his wife, scare away talented and well meaning people as if it is very rapidly going out of style. The grill chef Corey is one of the most bush league cooks in fine dining I will have the displeasure of working with, don't be surprised if your entree is overcooked.
The playlist will play advertisements during service, so perk up your ears, as no one seems to notice, over the modern drivel. I think an establishment such as this must only attract the tone deaf and senseless, seeking any place which doesn't serve biscuits. The cost of food is atrocious, for a 3 dollar portion of ribeye or duck you will be charged 30 dollars, a brazen display the infinite nerve and sense of grandiose delusional entitlement of this place and owner. Speaking of place, it is oddly situated by some rail road tracks in a row of mind numbing antique stores, which actually is perfect, nevermind. The décor is sickeningly modern in a turn of the century building. Clueless people completely out of touch with anything than acquiring your money. I don't think there is much of a love of anything else. While employed there frequently we would be scolded for ruining their dream, which in all reality is a nightmare. It has two floors and the service staff has to truck your food and dirty dishes up and down all night, because, who doesn't love a sweaty faced server when you are paying 30 dollars a plate. And a dumb waiter was out of the question, because the owner was swindled out of a large portion of the building costs by someone who maybe dealt the blow which was coming to these utterly draconian owners/usurious crooks. Notice the plywood which was painted dark grey to hide the fact that it's cheap plywood at the bar. This place is all show, and it doesn't take more than a visit to recognize the fact it's vacuous and hollow at its core. I will never work for someone again who has such utter contempt for those who toil for him, and as he approached me to work for him, and never gave any respect to the fact that I worked for him for nothing to make this nightmare come true, it was a tumultuous bitter life lesson. Oh, and there are cockroaches. Bon appetit!
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