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After two months of trying, I was so excited to finally get a reservation at Somerville. I planned it around a trip to L.A. from San Diego, and I was really looking forward to supporting a new Black-owned restaurant with a beautiful aesthetic, great vibes, and what looked like a solid menu.
Leading up to the reservation, I received multiple confirmation messages, which I responded to. But on the day of, I got a message saying that if I didn’t respond before the restaurant opened, my reservation would be canceled and given to someone else. That felt excessive—especially since I had already confirmed several times and understood the $30/person no-show fee. I wasn’t told what time the restaurant opened—only my reservation time—so that uncertainty was stressful and unnecessary.
We arrived a few minutes before our 8:15 reservation, valeted the car, and checked in. The hostess said they were running a bit behind and asked us to wait in the bar area, which was completely full. We ended up waiting off to the side in one of the only spaces we could stand without being in the way.
Not long after, a waitress approached us—not to give an update—but to passive-aggressively suggest we move to the now-slightly-less-crowded bar area. She implied we were choosing to stand near the wall for comfort, saying something like, “You can put your purse down here.” It would’ve been much more respectful had she just said it would help clear the walkway for servers.
We waited... and waited. Staff approached us twice asking if we were someone else’s reservation. Nearly 50 minutes after our original time, I finally asked when we’d be seated. The hostess told us a table was being cleared and then brought us to it. Honestly, if we hadn’t traveled from out of town and if it wasn’t already after 9 p.m., I would’ve left after 30 minutes. There were no updates, no apologies, and no effort to communicate.
Once seated, our server arrived quickly with someone shadowing him—who happened to be the same waitress who had earlier made the uncomfortable comment. At that point, we were hungry, tired, and a bit irritated, but we placed our orders: two of us had the collard green lasagna, and two ordered the roasted chicken with grits and asparagus.
Our water glasses were only filled halfway when we sat down—an odd detail, but it added to the feeling of being overlooked. The food, to their credit, came out in under 10 minutes, which was appreciated. The ambiance—with live jazz and stylish décor—was lovely, but by that point, the experience had already been overshadowed. Two people in our party still had to drive back to San Diego, and I was ready to return to my hotel and call it a night.
We were offered dessert, but nothing stood out, so we asked for the check and retrieved our cars. Valet was quick and easy, which was a plus.
Overall, unless something changes with how they handle reservations and wait times, I won’t be returning. A simple heads-up that they were running behind and the option to cancel or adjust our arrival would’ve made a huge difference. I had high hopes for Somerville, but I left disappointed—and I wasn’t the only one. While we waited, we overheard several other guests also frustrated with long delays. I really wanted to love this place, but unfortunately, the experience just didn’t deliver.