Jennifer S.
Yelp
Our much-anticipated dinner at Ferro tonight unfortunately turned out to be an EXTREMELY disappointing experience.
This super-popular restaurant was so booked on Saturday night that we decided to try for a Sunday evening reservation at 6:30. We were so excited for a great meal. Immediately upon arriving, there was a bit of a quarrel between the young man at the front of house and another woman about who would take us to our seats. Bad sign already.
We were finally seated by the young guy on the front plastic-enclosed patio. Unfortunately there was a loud, obnoxious half-drunk party seated close to us, and a man and woman with pretty discernible body odor at the next table. Gross.
It took 10-15 minutes for anyone to come by to take our drink orders, and we hadn't even received any water or the much-anticipated complimentary olives and breadsticks (2 breadsticks, a lump of salt-and-peppered butter and 8 green olives).
Finally received our drinks, the appetizer, and water, and placed our orders. Boyfriend ordered the linguine bolognese and I very clearly ordered the linguine con vongole e cozze (linguine with clams and mussels). We also ordered an Insalata Burrata to share.
The salad arrived, which was well-seasoned with generous amounts of extra-virgin olive oil, vinegar and basil, and delicious burrata, but suffered from the all-too familiar lack of good tomatoes. This is something I have sadly become accustomed to after living in Southern California for nearly 14 years. Described on the menu as "heirloom tomatoes," these were nothing special - a mix of red and yellow grape tomatoes sliced in half, and some pretty pale, tasteless, anemic-looking other tomatoes. Nothing beats a good New Jersey beefsteak or San Marzano tomato; but then again, if you don't know, you don't know.
At last the waiter showed up with our entrees. Oops, no, wait. He showed up with Boyfriend's entree, and tried to give me spaghetti and meatballs, which I did not order. When I politely said I had ordered the linguine con vongole, he said he thought I had ordered linguine con polpettine (meatballs). I said I had not, and he apologized and said he would take it back.
Meanwhile, Boyfriend is sitting there staring at his lukewarm meal and not eating because he feels bad that I don't have my food. I told him to please go ahead and start without me. He reluctantly picked up his fork and pushed his plate into the center of the table to share with me, though I assured him I was fine. Ever the respectful gentleman, is he. :)
At long last my correct order arrived, though it looked and tasted much more like a cioppino (seafood stew) than linguine with clams and mussels. The dish was swimming in broth with a large chunk of bread on the side for dipping. The pasta wasn't bad, pretty chewy - but they didn't even offer any cheese. By this time I was so frustrated that I just stopped eating.
We finally asked for the check and a to-go container because I was so aggravated just wanted to get out of there.
In my opinion, this restaurant has ok food and sub-par service. We will never come back.
Fare thee well, Ferro.