Our reactions are pretty much in line with what has preceded us in this thread: excellent meat, tables far too close together, overpriced. We were going to a concert downtown recently and so made an extremely early reservation: 5 pm. We walked in to find the place already bustling with probably some ten tables already occupied. Graduations, we were told, but obviously other things going on too. The best part of being there at 5 pm was that, for all the bustle, the place wasn’t packed yet. And so the fact that the tables are far too close to each other didn’t matter so much. By the time we left, it was becoming an issue though.
Our server, who sounded Australian to our inexpert ears, was excellent. He was almost always there when we had a question or a request. But he never hovered. He usually materialized to ask the right questions or provide the right answers at precisely the right moment; he knew his menu well (I asked a specific question about how their Delmonico is cut: different places do it differently.) He was very clever, subtle, and never pushy about the frequent upselling, so although we heard it, we didn’t take offense; we’ve had a few servers (fortunately only a few) in the past who were blatant and difficult about it, so we understood what was going on and didn’t mind because he was so…smooth.
We began with the crab cake—at $19, more than a little pricey. Speaking of which, prices, as noted, are much too high and, in too many cases, whether to “justify” the price (or for some other reason), the portion size is ridiculous. Do not order one side per person; one side will feed two or three people easily. We split our sides and still had more than sufficient food for the two of us. Back to the crab cake: large, packed with crab and, happily, not a lot else. Not the best rendition I’ve ever had, but certainly in the upper group. The Lovely Dining Companion liked, but was not overwhelmingly happy, with her petite filet for reasons I was never able to quite discern. It may have been a trifle overcooked for her but my Delmonico (the rib-eye cut, for those who are interested) was absolutely perfect. I asked for it a stage beyond medium-rare but not all the way to medium and it arrived exactly as requested.
Creamed spinach was okay but no better; there was something (I could never quite put my finger on it that gave it a somewhat odd flavor). Berghoff will always be number one in my book. This was a perfectly acceptable rendition but not what I personally enjoy. And the serving was probably three or four cups’ worth, if not more. The hash browns were delicious with an extraordinarily well done crust. But again: there were probably another four cups’ worth.
The wine list, as noted, is presently on a tablet. Tap a listing (which contains an image of the bottle, the name, vintage, and price) and you get a little more info, but not much. Depending on the bottle, you might get the alcohol content, the grapes that went into the wine and, usually, a satellite image of the location of the winery. The tablet, at this point, seems more a gimmick than something truly useful. As LDC said, why not use the opportunity to cross-sell, which seems so important otherwise. “If you like this wine, you might enjoy it with the lamb chops….” Or, “if you’re having the NY Strip, try this wine because it’s got a lot of tannin and….” Under the circumstances, the tablet just didn’t do much for me. And, since LDC doesn’t drink alcohol, I checked the by-the-glass list and was frankly disappointed at the selection. I found it uneven, offering some standard choices, some off-the-wall choices and with some strange omissions. For example, not a single Zin was available by the glass. I chose a Joseph Phelps 2008 Cab that was excellent but, at $25/glass, more than a little pricey.
The kicker was dessert. We ordered the carrot cake. To split. The “piece” of carrot cake that came was—and I do not exaggerate, I measured it when we came home—was fully five inches square and three inches high. At $10, I suppose it’s a bargain. But why? Seriously. Why? This is an expense-account, see-and-be-seen, beautiful, old-style steak house. I guess they figure these portions are “manly.” Or that people will split them. The server warned us in advance of ordering (though he didn’t do this for the sides). I don’t know. But what if I just wanted a piece of carrot cake and I was alone; or others at my table wanted other things? I’d rather have a reasonably sized piece instead of taking home a piece that weighed, no joke, over a pound. What is gained, other than the “wow” factor, by presenting a slab like that?
In sum: a largely excellent, very overpriced meal in a beautiful room with no space to move, served by a highly professional, top-notch server. Unless our dinner is being paid for or we have someone we really need to impress (and who would be impressed by some of this silliness), we’re not returning anytime soon. Pity.
Gypsy Boy
"I am not a glutton--I am an explorer of food." (Erma Bombeck)