Melissa C.
Yelp
Rib Room? More like RIPPED OFF Room.
You know what, I was warned by the scathing reviews on Yelp. But my friends and I were desperate. We were trapped in a rare, historic, unprecedented snowstorm (shoutout to snowstorm Enzo) and were just thrilled that this establishment was open for business when most others weren't.
Well jokes on us because this was probably the most comically depressing meal of my entire life.
After reading how poor the steak reviews were, I thought, "Well I'll order the salmon. It's almost impossible to mess up salmon."
Well color me confused because when I bit into my salmon, I questioned whether I was in a French steak house or a Japanese Izakaya, because why was my salmon (after what felt like over 40 minutes) raw? I have never returned a meal to the kitchen until this very experience, and when the waitress came to my table to see my sad, underdone, amateurly-plated meal (at a three dollar sign establishment), she asked me, "How would you like your fish prepared then?"
Cooked? Maybe baked on 400 degrees Fahrenheit for 20 minutes?
(To be fair, I have no complaints on the customer service. It's those funny people in the kitchen I take issue with. Who are you guys. Where did you guys come from. Probably not Le Cordon Bleu. Is everything ok.)
My friends who ordered the steak were also afflicted. I didn't order their dish, but when my introverted and historically zen friend took a bite out of her meat, she paused and said, "This feels like someone just learned how to cook for the first time."
So the moral of the story is to not come to this restaurant. I recount this moment as so terrible that it's become a RIB-tickling story to look back on. But if there's no life-threatening storm, stay away from the Rib Room because it will feel like you're walking into one.