Zack R.
Yelp
Crazy About You has an extreme case of identity crisis. I was there on Saturday for a good friend's birthday dinner, which was a disaster. First off, we had a reservation for nine, and when the party arrived, our table was not ready. We waited long enough to order a second round of drinks at the bar. The restaurant makes a decent espresso martini.
By the time we sat down we were hungry and morale/energy was coming down. We ordered 3 skillets of cornbread for the table at the behest of our server, who swore we would need three and that two simply wouldn't be enough. We ate one and half... Don't get me wrong the cornbread was good, but like not that good. Something else Crazy About You does is that you get a "free" appetizer with your entree, which is literally not an appetizer but a side that you get before your main for some reason. I ordered the crudite as my app, which if you're familiar with the word, means raw in French. A crudite is usually a plate of raw veggies with some sort of dip (perhaps a hummus), but at Crazy About You, it's roasted veggies. For my main, I ordered the black truffle linguine and was immediately insulted. There was not a truffle in sight, which tells me that this was a linguine made with truffle oil and the greasiest alfredo sauce. I have a stomach ache afterward. On top of the pasta was kale for some reason.
Dish presentation was abysmal and I felt declassed by eating in such a space that clearly wants to tout itself as something luxurious in Miami... and speaking of which, the desert menu was brought out on a janky eiffel tower replica, again, for some reason.
The location is right on the water which is nice, but inside is as tacky as it gets. There is no sense of uniformity in decor, and no sense of what this restaurant wants to be. Is it a nice Italian restaurant, a rustic saloon, a beachfront hipster bar, or a quirky upscale locale? I couldn't tell you and neither could Crazy About You. It was like Instagram exploded inside and it hurt the eyes to look at. There was even a "phone box" that the servers tell you to put your phones into to foster conversation. Which is a good thought, but very dumb execution.
Our server was fine, though he couldn't tell us what ingredients were in anything... when asked even what was in the "famous" cornbread, he said, "I don't know... corn... bread..." However, our water was constantly filled and he did check-in frequently.
Jon Taffer or Gordon Ramsey, I have a project for you!