ALLISON DRAPALA
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Let me preface this by saying, I absolutely love dining out with my dog. But if you're planning to bring your pup to Legami during a heat advisory, you might want to think twice—or at least be ready for some "interesting" adventures in outdoor dining. When we arrived, naturally, we were seated outside, as we hadn't made any special arrangements (rookie mistake). Thankfully, there were fans to combat the Southern heat, but those fans also served as a perfect vehicle for the soft-spoken waiter, whose attempts to explain specials or take our order were completely drowned out by the whirring of the blades. Every time he spoke, we found ourselves squinting and leaning in like we were trying to hear a secret code.
By the end of it, I felt like a broken record, asking him to repeat himself. I'm sure I wasn't the only one—our neighbors at the next table had the same issue and creatively concocted a story about being deaf in one ear to avoid the awkwardness. We would have been amused if we weren't already in the middle of a struggle ourselves.
Then there was the water situation. After ordering sparkling water to stave off the heat, our server brought over a glass that had fingerprints on it, as if it had been polished by a toddler with greasy fingers. While we saw him later perfecting his glass-polishing skills at another table, it was a little late for first impressions.
And, if you’re someone who appreciates water refills and attentive service, you might feel neglected here. We had to ask another waiter for a simple glass of tap water after being left high and dry. The same went for the dog—a water bowl, which I honestly thought would be a given, had to be requested, and even then, it was like we were asking for a golden chalice of water. Oh, and don’t even get me started on the wine chiller. We were treated like inconveniences, not guests.
On the plus side, the food was decent—my lobster risotto was flavorful, and my husband’s ragu, which turned out to be oxtail, was a solid choice (though a bit too gelatinous for his liking). But, considering the premium price, I’d hoped for more than just the basic offering. The cherry on top? The manager seemed unfazed by our feedback, and our waiter, perhaps in a small act of passive resistance, took his sweet time bringing us the check. We left the place feeling like we’d just survived a slightly uncomfortable date, only to realize it was unlikely there would be a second one.
Would we try Legami again? Maybe—sans dog and only if we’re prepared to endure less-than-stellar service.