It doesn’t surprise me a bit about how little is being said about the wines. If you've ever attended this event, it wouldn't. They’ve always served a steady stream of relatively uninspired wines. But you really have nothing to bitch about since, like pdaane correctly points out, we got virtually a river of wine for the low, low price of $10 each.
It did strike me as funny, though, that the wine server looked like they were praying that no one would ask them a serious wine question.
Food-wise, I found everything but their sides dishes to be average or below. The seafood appetizers of shrimp and Wellfleet (Mass.) oysters were marginal at best. Of the three dozen (?) oysters we had, I spotted maybe three or four that still contained ANY liquor. Just look at that picture of them above (provided by Ronnie Suburban).The two that I did try were loaded with shell fragments, thanks to S & W’s sloppy oyster shuckers.
Their gratis herbed bread ranked as some of the worst bread I've eaten anywhere, being flavorless and dry. As the “strong-minded reporter” from the 1859 NY Times article said (thanks for the link, hantav) “…If there is anything in this world that I hate, it is to take up a bit of bread at my dinner and see its granulated crumb dropping away from the crust, like an old garment sometimes drops away from the buttons.”
Something to this affect.
The Caesar salad was fine, but unremarkable.
I guess the thing one should care most about when coming to a steakhouse are… the steaks. As Steve mentioned above, all steaks ordered medium/medium rare came uniformly on the rare side. Few things disturb me more at a steakhouse than having to send back an underdone steak.
Whenever I’ve been to S & W, I find myself always asking whether their steaks are truly aged, prime cuts; not a good sign for a supposed premium steakhouse.
The one bright spot of the meal were the sides. We had fresh-off-the-cob corn, hash browns, creamed spinach, and wonderfully truffled mac & cheese—all enjoyable.
If it wasn't for the sensational waitstaff, I would have thought this meal would be in the lower strata of the Chicago steakhouse experience.
And despite this seemingly endless list of beefs…I still had a helluva good time.
This is my third attempt at Smith & Wollensky's Wine Week. The good times I’ve always had there have been in spite of their procurement of crappy seafood, so-so steaks, and marginal wines they always seem to serve.