MJN wrote:I agree with the chefs on the star system. It's stupid.
aschie30 wrote:my attempts to get them to eat at restaurant that, say, Vettel just rated well would inevitably be met with apathy, due in large part, to their view that all well-reviewed restaurants fit into a category that requires (a) exposing yourself to stuffy service and trendiness bordering on gimmick; and (b) dropping on average about $200 per couple on food.
The problem with the star system is that it assumes that there's a single sliding scale and all restaurants fit neatly on it. You can see this in Carrie Nahabedian's comments about Schwa, which basically say, we have nice stemware and they don't, we checked off the stemware box, how can you say they get a three and we don't? (Though in fact she did, I guess she's saying if Schwa gets three for food, she deserves 3-1/2 for food plus stemware.)
But I think a lot of people, like Aschie's friends, don't share the underlying criteria of the 4/3/2/1 star worldview these days. Service at Schwa-- which was unfussy, informal, yet incredibly well attuned to whatever we needed at the moment, or might want at the next moment-- was far better than more formal service I've had at some other places, because it wasn't trying to impress me with irrelevant flourishes. True, my napkin wasn't a swan when I came back from the bathroom. But frankly, if I'd had to go get our food myself from the window each time it came up, I'd still rank Schwa higher than any other fine dining experience this year. Decor and service matter, sure, except when they don't.
To me, the least interesting possible restaurant in the world is a two-star restaurant. One star is Kuma's, you walk into a bar and are quite happily surprised by the quality of the food. Four stars is Alinea, genuine greatness, three stars is Follia, a place that has some definite spots of excellence. But what's two stars? A place that aims to be top drawer, charges the same prices as three stars, but then fails to deliver, fails to satisfy. It's the middle of the traditional scale but for me it's rock bottom, a place that charged me enough that I'm going to grumble about it, without exciting me. So give me low-rent discoveries, give me high-rent marvels, but spare me the mediocre middle of quality food done passably well but no better-- for too much money.