th.jpgI had an unsatisfying dinner the other night at a place out in the Pleasure Point neighborhood. New chef offering a new ambitious menu. But from start to finish things were just off enough to make me regret the $100 spent on dinner for two.

Red wine served much too warm—and this is a problem for many restaurants. Please treat wine with respect, and don’t make the patron have to reach into the water glass for an ice cube.

Wait staff untrained. Bringing an appetizer before bringing plates for sharing, not knowing details of the menu.

Make sure that whoever is cooking actually tastes the food before sending it out. We had a paté that was dry as styrofoam. It wouldn’t have taken much to whip up a mustard sauce, or an aioli, or even a chutney to provide along with the dish. But nothing accompanied the paté to help coax moisture into the experience. Clearly no one in the kitchen realized just how dry it was.

An entree of flat iron steak arrived almost cool to the touch, practically raw (I had asked for “between rare and medium rare”), and accompanied by legumes that lacked any seasoning whatsoever. Again, no one is tasting the food.

When I asked our waiter if the steak could be cooked a bit more, I was told  “that is medium.”

Stop right there! No restaurant employee—manager or waiter—should ever tell the customer that they are wrong. Even if they are. And I wasn’t. It was one of those moments where I really wanted to tell this rude individual just how much experience I have had with restaurant dining, etc. etc. usw.

But of course I didn’t.

Waiting for that steak to finally return to our table took so long —and broke the rhythm of the meal so completely—that my companion and I had pretty much finished her entire dinner before the steak arrived.

A dessert that showed innovative concept—a zucchini cake with whipped goat cheese and pine nut brittle—was made silly and unapproachable by X-Men sized brittle. The hard pine nut brittle arrived in slabs larger than the cake beneath. Slabs so thick that they couldn’t even be chewed without endangering the teeth, lips, and gums.

Everything that was wrong with this dinner could easily be fixed. Easily. Make sure the staff is trained. Never tell the customer that they’re wrong. Make sure someone tastes the food —flavor is an important ingredient in dining. And dammit, chill the red wine!!! Just a half hour before serving will make sure it isn’t warmer than room temperature.

I give thanks for new menus and appealing restaurant experiences. I want hard-working chefs and restaurateurs to succeed. But I’m also an advocate for the patron who is in good faith—[$100 before tip and tax] and you just never, ever tell the diner that they are wrong. Ever. They will never come back to your restaurant. Ever.