james' friend and girlfriend were coming to nyc to visit to do christmas-y type things (you know, the tree, etc. i actually didn't even know the tree was up and running). we met up with them for dinner on saturday night, and we had the task of choosing the place.
the irony of this all was that james and i literally spent a whole week thinking about where to go. all we knew was that the girlfriend was a big meat eater (as all good girls are), so we ultimately decided on a steak place. now they were staying at the W hotel and most likely already spending a pretty penny on other nyc christmas-y type things, so we weren't trying to burn a hole in their pocket.
we came up with steak frites in the west village. my brother in law originally suggested it, saying that it was a decent, no so expensive steak place, in which
he and his buddies went for his bachelor party. now i can't blame this on him because the one he went to was not in the west village, so they must've switched locations and resulted in a "bring out of towners out for dinner and select a bad restaurant" nightmare. that's not the first time james and i had been sideswiped by a change of location of what used to be a good restaurant- stay tuned for the blog post on the tragedy of the restaurant markt.
in an effort to minimize my ever so obvious rambling, the following disappointments occurred during dinner (in order of appearance):
- they were out of stella artois. who runs out of stella artois? stella to a french restaurant is like guinness to an irish pub.
- the waiter forgot to bring james' drink. twice.
- the girlfriend and i both ordered porcini crusted fillet mignon, her's medium, mine medium well. let's just say that both of ours were even too well done for me (and i am scared of anything too pink)- seriously, hockey puck status. yeah, and about that porcini crusted part. i already mentioned my love for mushrooms before, and i got that dish because of the porcini crusted part. except they forgot that.
this is the part where you are all thinking, "why didn't you say something???!!!" well besides the fact that i am passive aggressive, i tried to keep an open and optimistic mind and hoped that they would make up for it with desert.
WRONG!!!!
- our guests ordered creme brulee, which they said was served cold. great.
- james ordered vanilla ice cream filled puff thing with chocolate sauce, but they were out of vanilla ice cream. who doesn't have excess of vanilla ice cream in their freezers??? apparently they don't. so we had to settle for coffee ice cream. and not only that, i bit into the puff pastry and it was stale, and tasted like freezer.
- finally, we asked for the check, and our waiter proceeded to take the order of the 15 person party before getting the check. nice.
you can be damn sure that i did a number on my feedback on opentable.com (the website i used to make the reservation, and all my reservations for that matter) for the restaurant.
and so, without further ado (i just had to google whether that is supposed to be ado or adieu), click here for my thoughts on steak frites
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