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This was one of the most ridiculous experiences I have ever had. The people who work there are so sweet and attentive so this is not about the service they provided, but rather about the show they're paid to deliver.
Here is the whole story
Bear and I pass the front of the restaurant because it looked like a jewelry store. But I caught the name and while figuring out if Mr. Chows also sells diamonds, I got it. So we go up to hostess number one who ask how many, for our last name, and then points to the elevator for us to go up to the restaurant. She also tells us to tell them that we are the Chapman's when we're upstairs with a hand gesture like she was giving us a little mini lesson in how to act according to the fanciness of the place.
Upstairs, hostess number two takes our name goes to get someone to walk us to our seats. 2 or 3 other people are waiting at the table. One of them pulls out the table for me to walk into the booth. The next person places the napkins in our laps and the third person leaves us with our menus.
Then an other person approaches us with a large ice bowl on a cart and various champagnes which we awkwardly turned down for the cocktail menu.
Then the ceiling lights changed colors and something moved up and down and it was just silly...
Then our server comes and recommended a couple of dishes and took our orders.
So the food was soooo underwhelming, I can't even find the words for it. It was good. But it had the exact flavor, texture and everything of Panda Express. We were actually joking at the table that perhaps they had an emergency in the kitchen and were forced to run over to Panda Express and fetch some takeout for us...
Then the ceiling thing happened again...
In the middle of dinner, someone came out with noodle dough and started slamming it on a table as he made the noodles in front of us. The slamming was very loud. And everytime he slammed he yelled out some karate thing and the waiters made some weird howlbark sounds and it was so silly.
We ate our food, ordered our dessert to go, and got our left overs boxed up and ready to check out with the tickets they brought to our table together with a $250 bill. We picked up our stuff and said adieu.
Again, this isn't a high class restaurant, but rather a high class theater act. The food is average, the ambiance is cold, minimalistic and spaceshippy... and the price is extremely ridiculous!
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