Mary C
Google
We visited The Gables for Saturday brunch, and while the ambiance was charming and the restaurant itself filled up quickly, the food didn’t come close to meeting expectations—especially at the price point. It's the kind of place nestled in an affluent area that seems to justify its costs with atmosphere rather than flavor.
I ordered the Gables Omelette because it has goat cheese (which is a favorite of mine) and added crispy prosciutto for a salty, savory kick. What I received, however, was a bland omelette made with a completely different, milder cheese—either mozzarella or a basic cheddar. Confusing and disappointing. The home fries, oddly enough, were the best thing on the plate: crispy, salted, and well-executed. When I mentioned the issue, the waitress (who was kind but rarely present) had the dish remade. The second try still lacked seasoning and was missing the prosciutto. At that point, I gave up.
My friend ordered the Crispy Chicken and Doughnuts, a dish that promised apple cider doughnuts and hot honey on the side. Instead, she got plain glazed doughnuts and the most under-seasoned chicken either of us have ever tasted—well-cooked, thankfully, but utterly flavorless. The hot honey sauce arrived late and turned out to taste like duck sauce with a dash of smoked cayenne—an odd, jarring choice.
Our drinks? Her mimosa tasted like it was made with store-bought Tropicana, and my pomegranate mimosa had no discernible pomegranate—just a lone raspberry floating in sparkling wine. Visually pretty, but not much more.
The service wasn’t outright bad—our waitress was friendly and did have my dish remade—but she was hard to find, even before the rush. At one point, another server had to fetch her when we needed something. As my friend said, she’s had better luck sitting at the bar during happy hour when staff are more attentive, and she’s genuinely enjoyed the cocktails then.
The restaurant itself is visually appealing, clean, and looks like a lovely venue for private events. The ingredients seemed fresh and nothing was over- or undercooked—but flavor, detail, and attentiveness were seriously lacking. Brunch was a miss. I might give them another chance at dinner or happy hour, but as my friend put it perfectly: “If they were invited to the barbeque, they'd be responsible for bringing the chips.”