Anna A.
Google
We had a reservation at Sanctuary, where at the entrance we were greeted like the national guard and asked where we were going. Upon arrival, they couldn’t even open the restaurant doors. The interior is phenomenal and impressive, and they have a show at the beginning where a very nicely built, curly-haired guy from the gym, shirtless, amazes everyone with his torso while drumming. Extremely fun and incredible atmosphere.
Then begins the lost-and-confused search for our table. The staff is very strangely unfriendly, looking down at guests, but it gives more the impression of incompetence and disorganization, which they try to mask with some kind of quasi high-end, distant, cold approach. Very funny and not pleasant at all. I don’t know if their point is to make the guest feel unwelcome—maybe that’s their style.
The food is below average, the service comical because they get lost in the space even though there are many of them. They have headsets and microphones, like air traffic controllers or Kevin Costner in The Bodyguard. One walks toward a table, comes back, bumps into another, reaches the table, and doesn’t know what to do. No one knows which table belongs to whom, and they just wander around so much that it looks like they’re seriously busy and have purpose and intent.
Then they don’t know what cocktails they have, and four of them have to decide who will make each drink. Absurd service, like theater of the absurd, slightly Dadaist.
But otherwise, the atmosphere, the space, and the beautifully dressed guests are wonderful, and honestly, aside from the terrible service and below-average food, it’s a very interesting place.