Andy H.
Yelp
We ended up at La Gare after being evacuated from the Calistoga fires, exhausted and just looking for a warm meal. Unfortunately, what we got was one of the strangest and worst dining experiences I've had in years.
The staff were friendly enough, but that's where the positives stopped. I asked if I could upgrade the tomato soup that comes with the prix fixe menu to the French onion. It's only a $2 difference on the menu, but was told no -- instead I'd need to pay $12 for the French onion a la carte. Okay, but not okay.
And here's where things took a turn into comedy: the French onion soup was taking so long that the staff decided to bring us the tomato soup anyway... which means we got a pre-soup, soup. Who knew that was even a thing? Unfortunately, it was brown, tasted like beef, and had zero tomato flavor. When the French onion finally showed up, it was drowned in brandy and Worcestershire, so salty and unbalanced it was more punishment than pleasure.
The salad course didn't redeem anything -- the "verde salad" tasted like fresh grass clippings, as if someone had just run a lawn mower and dumped the bag into a bowl. By this point, we had already been sitting for an hour waiting for entrées. Meanwhile, we watched people stroll in and out of the kitchen with wine glasses like it was a private party. Maybe they were having fun back there, but none of that joy made it to the food.
By 9:30 pm, exhausted, the fries finally came out -- easily the best thing we ate all night (and yes, the fries were the highlight at a French restaurant). The crab cakes that followed tasted straight from the freezer, and my coq au vin was basically chicken marsala with a fake accent.
And then, the grand finale: the bill. We were handed a handwritten check for $174. Doing the math, our food should've totaled about $91, but somehow we were charged $135 for food alone. Shady, to say the least.
Our server Jerry was pleasant, but overall this was a 90-minute ordeal of pre-soup soups, grass clippings, and frozen crab cakes capped off with a wildly inflated bill. Unless you enjoy being ripped off while waiting an eternity for mediocre food, I'd suggest staying far, far away from La Gare