Claire W.
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Spago felt more like a lovely dinner spot than a destination for celebrating a special occasion, as our anniversary wasn’t acknowledged during the meal by our main server.
We had been quite spoiled at the Fairmont restaurants and at Ferraro’s, where we were given wonderful sunset-view tables and where our anniversary was warmly acknowledged. At Spago, we were seated three rows back near the bar. Fair enough—only so many tables can have prime placement—but unlike Ferraro’s, there was no acknowledgment of our anniversary at all. No “Happy Anniversary,” and no sense that it had been noted. I assumed I must have left it off the reservation, as there was no recognition during service.
The only mention came from Vicky, the assistant server, who remarked on how unusual 31 years of marriage is and asked our secret. That was appreciated, but it was the extent of it.
Our main server was professional but somewhat perfunctory and not especially warm. Vicky, on the other hand, was friendly and genuinely pleasant.
On the food side, there were some bright spots. I enjoyed the Guava Lava—a lemon, coconut, and pineapple cocktail that drinks like dessert. The bread platter was a highlight: onion sourdough focaccia, Samoan rolls, and wheat-and-thyme flatbread crisps served with butter, yuzu, and baba ghanoush. I also enjoyed the macadamia nut–crusted mahi mahi, which was well prepared.
For dessert, we ordered the Lemon Zinger. Only ten are made each night due to the labor involved. It was light, refreshing, and nicely done. “Happy Anniversary” was written in chocolate on the plate—there, we were finally celebrated, Spago-style, thanks to Vicky.
If you’re there on a Saturday or Sunday evening, you can catch a partial view of the Fire Knife show, which takes place at 6:30 pm and is visible from the balcony.