Kirsten W.
Google
Our party of 4 dined at Steakhouse 100 yesterday afternoon/evening. I'll start with the good news. We arrived quite early for our reservation (like, over an hour, but we were hungry!), and since it wasn't yet a peak time, they were able to seat us. Three out of the 4 entrees were quite good, if a bit salty. We ordered the schnitzel, goulash, and a salmon risotto dish, which we all enjoyed. My stepmother's steak was another story. Tough, cold, and flavorless, at least it was medium rare, as ordered. She didn't eat it all, and didn't even want to take it home.
The decor of the restaurant was nice and, if you're looking for a European experience, pretty spot on. However, all the customers were dressed as if going to Olive Garden, and a few people brought little kids. Obviously completely understandable for 2 weeks before Christmas in Frankenmuth, but still.
Now the bad news. The service was dreadful. The waitstaff was bustling about all evening, rushing back and forth past our table like the place was on fire, even before the tables filled up. Our waiter acted at all times as if we were a complete inconvenience to him, just bumpkins visiting the big city. If they are trying to sell the "European Experience" by giving you a bitchy, incompetent waiter with his nose in the air and his hair in his eyes, then they nailed it. However, having just moved back to the US from living in Europe for 8 years, I can assure you that this is NOT the European way, at any price point, and especially not in Germany.
The waiter was so rushed that we couldn't even understand him most of the time when he spoke to us. He yelled at my teenage daughter when she innocently inquired after the vinegarette recipe (it was really quite good, and for sale by the bottle), and she was so embarrassed when every head in the place turned to look at her. When my mother's wife told him that we were celebrating my mom's 85th birthday, he said, "Well. I can show you a dessert menu," and dashed off again. No congratulations, no bit of chitchat, nothing. It was unbelievable. Nevertheless, he persisted in visiting our table at the American pace (about every 3 minutes, which I now find maddeningly annoying), ensuring that we wouldn't miss out on having our evening completely ruined by his incompetence and superior attitude.
To be fair, all the waitstaff were rushing all evening, so he was not the only one who was too busy for the people dropping 3 figures per person on adequate food, and waaaaaaay overpriced wine. For awhile I wondered if this was how they treat all elderly lesbians, but no, I think everyone was treated to the same rudeness.
I know they are probably to busy to read this long review, but maybe you aren't! I feel a little better, getting that off my chest, but I'll have a sour taste in my mouth for a while after this experience.