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| - Right off the bat: the food was good but not great, in context of our 1.5k bill. Yes, you read it right, 1.5k. TWO people. And I wasn't even drunk. We had the long tasting menu.
I could probably eat a pound of sevruga, wash it down with a nice Bollinger vintage, and get away with a better deal.
Service was stilted, unnatural.
The place looks like a bodouir and they need to redecorate swiftly. I could seriously imagine a Romanian prostitute dressed like Mary Poppins waltzing by and offering her services in fake french.
The sommelier was a disaster. An arrogant Frenchman who left little doubt that he is lacking in emotional intelligence. Come on, p.rick, you are there to ADVISE, not pull a H.itler. I was footing your paycheck here, half a months worth probably.
The guy on the table next to ours brought his own bottle of Mouton, and washed it all down alone while his wife had at least three Manattans.
Did this experience expand my culinary horizon or create an inner zen-like state: NO.
Was it worth it: Are you kidding, of course not. We can FLY to Chicago, eat at Alinea and still pay less, flight included. And I guarantee, the experience is better.
My advice: go next door to the Atelier. Much more manageable and better, IMO. And costs only a few hundred bucks ;-)
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