Jerry M.
Yelp
This was definitely my worst dining experience in Metro Detroit of all time. It all started horribly with the interaction with the hostess. When we arrived, the host stand is situated so that the hostess was back to us, and we didn't even know if she worked there because she was poorly dressed for a restaurant of the caliber, cropped t-shirt and all. We had a reservation and asked if she worked there because it was unclear. She was short and rude, including telling us "can you move so I can get the menus?" After being seated on an unnecessarily crowded dining room with some of the smoke from the kitchen hanging over it because of a poorly-working or off hood, our server arrived and was initially pleasant. I asked for a bourbon list, and he handed me an electronic tablet with the list. The first four bourbons I ordered weren't in stock, defeating the purpose of an electronic list that can be updated immediately, without requiring re-printing. Each time he came back and said "unfortunately, we're out of....." He then suggested it may just be easier to send over the bartender. I chose to just go up to the bar and look until I found something in stock. We had a 6 person party. So, I ordered appetizers for the table and wasn't told that some of them couldn't be easily divided, so everyone could try them. It's a small service error, but one that shouldn't occur at the supposed level of the restaurant. The server tried to then take our menus, even though we hadn't ordered and then said "you want bread?" What he eventually brought out can only be descibed as bad hotel banquet rolls that were stale, along with the smallest amount of whipped margarine. He disappeared for too long to ask for enough to cover the 6 rolls. The appetizers were decent, but nothing spectacular by any means. I ordered the burrata and grilled peach salad and the "korean bbq pork chop with rice pudding". The server said that the chef recommended the pork be served medium to medium rare. Medium rare is odd for pork, but I agreed to have it as the chef suggested. My burrata salad was a large portion of burrata and a few wedges of grilled peaches that were so hard that I needed a steak knife to saw through them and a ring of toasted bread that was way undersized for the mountain of burrata. When my pork chop arrived, it was sliced, which made it easy to see that it was very well done, not medium or medium rare, and the "rice pudding" was bland sticky rice with a few untoasted peanuts and scallions on it. The sauce was about as korean bbq as Applebee's too. Because I was with a client, I just suffered through, even with the server trying to take my plate away twice, while I was still eating. We ordered a few desserts to share, mostly to see what the Sacher cake with "blackberries red wine confit" would be, since neither have fat, so there's no way they could be confit (cooked in their own fat by definition). At that point, I ordered an iced tea, only for the server to tell me they ran out of iced tea. They had tea bags, water, and ice, but somehow couldn't put those things together. I decided to just have a diet coke, as did 3 others in my party at that point. When they arrived, mine was in a wine glass for some reason (at this point, I thought I was being punked or something). I was told that they ran out of glasses because "they're busy", even though they were only about 70% full. Our desserts arrived, and my dessert share plate had a chunk of dried food on it about the size of a dime (on a small side plate mind you). I had to point it out to reluctantly get a replacement. Unsurprisingly, the Sacher cake was nothing like a Sacher tort, and the "blackberry wine confit" was just a berry compote. I asked the server how they made it and he said he'd bring over the chef "since I didn't want to see the bartender earlier, " mockingly. The chef described how he made the "confit"...... like a compote. He had no idea, just like calling sticky rice "rice pudding" and suggesting pork he served well done as "best made medium to medium rare" and calling a miscellaneous glob of sauce "Korean bbq." I'm not sure where he got his training, but incorrectly describing things on a menu is a recipe for disaster, just as my Tallulah experience was from the rude, poorly-dressed hostess to thankfully leaving.