I’ve waited to post this to see if there would be any effort to rectify this situation. As it’s been 10 days, I’m thinking that’s enough time and that nothing will be forthcoming, so here goes:
My girlfriend and I originally went to the opening party and loved it. Shortly thereafter we decided to try it for dinner and we encountered a few problems with our meal. I order mooing. She orders medium to medium well. When it was served, both were very rare. That's fine for me, but not for her so we sent hers back. It came back a second time rare @ best. We sent it back a third time, and it came back med rare. By this time our sides were cold and our wine gone. Three times. Three failures. I basically ate alone as she watched. I did share the outer margin of my ribeye w/her as that was closer to med rare.
The manager on duty that nite was rather mortified and smoothed it over to our satisfaction. Very gracious actually. Took us on a tour or the dry aging room, took her filet off the bill, comped deserts and gave me his business card and promised that if we would ever see fit to give them another chance, he would make sure we had a wonderful evening.
Cut to about 2 wks ago. My girlfriend’s birthday. She’s a major carnivore and wanted to go back to David Burkes and give them a second chance. So now 3-4 months later, I contacted him as instructed and he made the reservations for us. We went back in good faith that we would have an enjoyable evening.
Unfortunately, we had a carbon copy repeat of the first meal we had there. I had the ribeye, which was fine, but they just don't know how to cook a filet medium.
Once again, three tries all undercooked, not one correct, plus after the second attempt a condescending attitude by the manager on duty (a different one). "What do you mean by medium?" How about pink like we originally told the server when we ordered it, not the 3rd time we get it back wrong again?
I was not being difficult. I detest customers like that and rarely tell people I'm in the business or throw that fact around casually to waitstaff. While I may critique a dish to my dining companions, I virtually never send anything back. If I don't like it, I just don't return. Far too many places to spend my money where I know I'll get a good meal that we can all eat together, but I made an exception here because of the managers original (idle) promise.
They tried to make up w/desserts etc... that were not really appreciated as the food once again, was 1/2 eaten while waiting for it and cold by the time we got it. No offer to warm anything up. No questions as to why we weren't eating any longer after a 1/2 hr of pushing our food around the plate while waiting for the birthday girls meal to arrive correctly and then finally asking for doggie bags. We poured our own wine throughout. Oblivious service. We ended up taking it home and I was fuming. This time though they did not see fit to take the entrée off the bill. We were with a friend so I reluctantly let it slide instead of pursuing it @ that time.
I have no problem paying for premium. I do expect to get it in return though. Service as well as food and I'm more than aware when it's not forthcoming. In fact, I'm hypersensitive to that issue. It's hard to be a civilian. But this was not a throwaway drop in the bucket meal for $30 that I'd let a few glaring errors slide. This was an expensive $263 incorrectly prepared meal with additional service glitches on a second try for a special occasion and something they were told about a wk in advance. @ This point, I’ve spent nearly $500 on two substandard meals @ David Burke's Primehouse.
Emails to the original manager I contacted have been met with similar obviously half hearted lame apologies like after the first debacle, although no mention of fixing it in any way. As if I’d give them a third chance. I feel I’ve donated enough to the cause. I can’t imagine dining there without them doing something more than apologizing, ie. comp a meal.
While I can’t fault the quality of the food, the meal was a miserable failure.
"In pursuit of joys untasted"
from Giuseppe Verdi's La Traviata