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| - Warning: I hold objectivity in high esteem and try to approach all my restaurant experiences with open eyes. I am not a hater. However, there were some inexcusable events that took place at this restaurant that left me utterly shocked and offended. It may also irk some of you other readers out there so please be warned.
I came in with good spirits and left in a traumatized huff. Perhaps it was because it was the 2nd service on a Saturday night, or maybe it was our drunk chef (and he wasn't the only one drunk on staff), or perhaps the poor quality of the food (could it be the fault of the slurring chef?), or the sexual harassment (yes) that was imparted by the chef, but this night goes down in my personal history of bad nights out on the town. Here is a brief run-down of the "experience".
Service:
- Made reservations for 8. Got seated at 8:30 and were asked to move after being seated. No apologies were made. Not an efficient system.
- The chef showed up at 9:15, took a few shots, and left. Another chef strolled out with his cart and crashed it into the wall. His eyes were glassy and he took a shot. Things seem circumspect. While the staff seemed to access the bar quite easily, it took me a good hour and a half to get my first drink (which was very watery).
- First course: the chef finally comes around again and begins the first service. It's a bowl of "Japanese Onion Soup." It was a timid broth with traces of tasteless mushroom, scallions, and fried onion that tasted suspiciously like the prepared fried onion you can buy in a bag at cheapo grocery stores.
- Second course: we received a salad that looked like someone had blew chunks onto it. After further inspection, I discovered that it was a bunch of ice berg lettuce, a tangerine (?), a tomato slice, and a mountain of what tasted like Bic Mac sauce.
- The rest of the meal: very mediocre. The steak was overdone, the seasonings were very Americanized, and the seafood was rubbery (I had the lobster and shrimp). The chef assumed that no one wanted dessert (included in the meal) so we had to request the dessert which we had already paid for. Fail.
- THE BIGGEST FAILURE OF THE EVENING: The chef purposely threw sesame seeds into the shirt of one of the female clients sitting with us. It shocked everyone at the table (demeaning, a little?). As he drank more, he decided to do the same to another woman at our table. Her shirt was to her neck, so he took the liberty of pulling her shirt away from her chest (!) and threw some sesame seeds into her shirt. Later on in the night, he asked me "are you jealous?" and attempted to put some sesame seeds into MY shirt. I was so disgusted by this behaviour but maintained composure so as not to draw attention to myself. BUT WAIT... there's more...
The final act of shame was at the very end of the service, the chef came around to his first victim when her boyfriend was conveniently in the washroom. It sounds like a horror story, but he openly put his hand down her shirt and yelled "shake shake!". We were all so shocked at the table, and the woman was trying to get his hand out of her shirt... I felt really sad for her and angry at this disgusting display.
I don't know how he was able to "get away" with this molestation but I left immediately after that. I don't know what happened to the woman who got groped. I needed some time to "debrief" after that event, as I was honestly shocked by what happened. I will be making a formal complaint to this restaurant about the staff because what happened is harassment. Nothing short of firing the chef would make up for what happened...
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