Tracy Z.
Yelp
Ugh. Ok fine, I can expand on this.
I was so excited to go here FORREAL. Rooftop bar, pleasing aesthetics, lengthy daylight hours. Twas a recipe for sure success. Boundary is how I'd always imagine life to be if you were privileged enough to find yourself invited to those day drinking brofest afternoon meals that Bobby Flay is always making for "Boy Meets Grill." Life is perrrrfect, thought I.
First of all, the doorman told me the estimated wait time in line was an hour. Still high off my delighted mood at having finally made it to Boundary, I thought he was merely jesting as a sign of friendliness as there were only FOUR PEOPLE in front of us in line. So I laughed. He was not amused. ONE HOUR, QUOTH HE.
After around 15 minutes, we are ushered inside. "Take the elevator to the fourth floor and walk down one level," instructed hostess. Ok what? That makes no sense. Anyway, we arrive at the fourth floor and decide to disobey her directions and head up, to the roof, for I dunno, maybe a bar. On the roof. Or something.
The seating hostess spots us and we inquire, "this is the rooftop bar right?" She gives us a look like we just asked if we could eat her babies. I guess it was sort of obvious where we were but after so many misdirections, we were in sort of a confused haze. Whatever, just seat us already and give me beveraaaages.
We decide to also order food since there was seating and several things on the menu looked intriguing. Yes, it's overpriced BS that I could cook at home and yes, we still ordered it anywaaay. But our waitress totally gave us the third degree about all our food choices. I wanted the strawberries and cream and the ratatouille. THEN THIS EXCHANGE HAPPENED:
waitress: wait what?
me: yes, strawberries and cream and I guess also ratatouille.
her: don't you want some real food to eat?
me: well it's ok, I will just be eating that
CUE HER GIVING ME THE BIGGEST STINK EYE FACE EVER
her: .... ok so which do you want to come out first?
me: I guess what ever is ready first?
her: you're sitting right by the kitchen, IT WILL BE READY WHEN YOU ORDER IT
me: ...ok I guess bring them out in whatever order is most convenient for you?
her: I'm not the one who wants these things, it's you who ordered them.
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SORRY WHAT?
Everything was just downhill from there. The other patrons were nice but service here is weird. The food is mediocre. The cocktails were OK. Well Boundary, GOODBYE FOREVER.