Seriously. Unless you wish to lose 3 hours of your life you will never get back in exchange for some dry chicken and worse than poor service, stay away.
I don't want to say these things. I want to give every restaurant I go to a winning review, I want to love the food everywhere and not care what it cost me. I want carnitas from the random taco cart for lunch and $35 lobster mac 'n cheese from Maestro's for dinner (that's a side dish at Maestros, btw). I want leftover beef wellington for breakfast and a homemade ham and cheese omelet with home fries for dinner.
What I don't want is to go to a nice steakhouse and be seated next to a loud, drunk, obnoxious party of 12 office workers who need lives outside of their cubicles (all of which we could hear about, with all the yelling). What I don't want is to wait 30 minutes between my drinks arriving and the waiter coming back to take my order. What I don't want is to wait another 40 minutes for my entrees to arrive. I also don't want to be moved to another table in order to get away from the party of 12, pounding their fists on their dining table, only to be set behind the kitchen and completely forgotten. When you do find me, I certainly don't want overcooked, dry chicken. I don't want to eat my meal simply because after two hours of waiting, I'm starving, and I certainly don't want to ask for my lovely Grand Marnier and Chocolate Souffles to be packed to go because I've now been here for 2 1/2 hours and my child at home would like to be fed. I don't want to be ignored for another 10 minutes after asking for he check and desserts to go, and believe it or not, I don't want to walk out of your establishment (sans souffles) without paying my check.
But I did.
After almost three hours of the jerk around, the best service we received all night was the complimentary valet, who brought our three cars up in less than 2 minutes. They were tipped well.
Our experience was probably the exception, but I'm not looking to relive it. Like I said, stay away.
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