My fiance and I are old souls. Rather than hitting the clubs with our peers, we prefer a nice old school cocktail or wine at places ranging from a dive bar or a place where "clubby" refers to gofing as opposed to music.
We had a wonderful dinner at RL Friday night - Steak Diane for him and Dover Sole for me (we apparently were jonesing for tableside preparation) and everything was spot on. The food was fantastic and the service was top notch. Professional without being stuffy. I had a perfectly mixed Tom Collins prior to dinner and then, when our bottle that we chose was out, the sommelier recomended a perfect zinfandel.
The fiance wanted to have some champagne as a nightcap. We tried the Signature Room, but it was too crowded at that point. We'd recently watched
North by Northwest and decided that the Pump Room was a no brainer. When we arrived, two people were slouching near what looked like a host station. Fiance asked where we should go if we just wanted a cocktail. I'm not kidding, the one host lazily said "There's a CVS down the road that sells champage." Chuckling to ourselves, we cleared up the misunderstanding and proceeded to sit in the lounge. Maybe we should have thought of it as a harbinger of what was to come...
Maybe it was by comparison to RL. Maybe it was because there was a major baseball series in town with a lot of people that had been at the game. But there were hoards of loaded guys reeling about the bar area in jeans, t-shirts, ball caps and sneakers. I am such a jeans and t-shirt kind of gal, but there is a time and a place for everything. I guess it would have been fine had they not been crashing around and shouting. It was to the point that they were harassing older couples trying to have a drink and swearing like sailors. I know establishments shouldn't be faulted for the conduct of its patrons. I definitely feel though that this was to the point where there needed to be some sort of reaction.
Anyway, on to the drink. After waiting a very long time, a ditzy but friendly girl comes over, blathers on about how busy they are and then, proceeds to take our drink order. We order a bottle of Laurent-Perrier Rose. After waiting twenty five minutes, we flag down a girl and ask for the manager. Come to find out it was her. We explained that we had ordered a bottle, had not received it and our waitress had disappeared. She leaves and then, returns with the bottle,
chilled glasses - no ice bucket - opens it and pours and then, runs away. We realize after half a glass the glasses may have been cold but the bottle was not. We, then, flag down a man who appeared to be the sommelier and let him know that the bottle is very warm. By this time an ice bucket was brought by a busser. He doesn't offer to take back the bottle and proceeds to offer us a desert, which I appreciated but did not seem to be the appropriate remedy. We finish our warm champange, which chilled to an appropriate level by bottle's end, so at least we were able to savor that. Neither the manager, the sommelier and the waitress stopped back by to see if the situation had improved.
Upon receipt fo the bill, fully realizing we should have been more insistent about sending it back even though we had half a glass since they had not let us taste it. I think of myself as fairly forgiving so long as the waitstaff is nice and are trying, the atmosphere is nice (which, save for the drunks, was) and the drink is good. It was shocking that a place which holds itself out to be an elegant, Chicago institution had such appalingly bad service.
RL
115 East Chicago Avenue
Chicago, IL
60611
The Pump Room
1301 N. State Parkway
Chicago, IL
60610