Christian L.
Yelp
Oh boy, where do I even start with the most epic fail of a "fancy" dinner ever? Picture this: February 15, 2024, my wife and I decided to treat ourselves to a dinner that ended up costing us a cool $500 - and that was us being cheap! Apparently, to actually enjoy yourself, you're supposed to drop at least a grand. Yeah, right!
So, we're trying to keep our spirits high despite the food being meh, when the server brings us these sad-looking glasses for the least expensive bottle of Chardonnay they had - a mere $120 Stags Leap. We asked for a swap, only to get glasses that looked like they'd been through a dishwasher disaster. We were this close to bailing.
As if that wasn't enough, they tell us we can't sit inside and plonk us outside with a storm brewing like it's the end of the world. Next thing you know, a bottle of tequila makes a break for it off the bar and smashes - yup, the wind was auditioning for a disaster movie.
Finally, they let us inside. And then, the star of the show, a ginormous cockroach, decides to make an entrance, heading straight for our table. I nearly jumped out of my skin, and it reroutes to the next table. Crawling on the leg of unsuspecting guest. The guest casually flicks it back onto the floor, and a waiter crushes it underfoot as if it's just another day at the office. And yep, this wasn't a cute little bug; it was a sewer-special. Saw a few more of his buddies as we made our great escape to the car.
And just when I thought it couldn't get any crazier, here's a kicker: I'm at a place fancy enough to wipe out my wallet, and I'm thinking, "Surely, they've got real wasabi." Nope. I take one bite and it's horseradish. I ask the waiter, and get this, she swears up and down it's the real deal. I couldn't help but laugh out loud!
Then, to top off this comedy show, we pass on the soufflé, and suddenly, our waitress treats us like we're invisible. There I am, pouring my own wine, feeling like I'm in some sort of self-service bistro. What a night, huh?
And the punchline? Not a single "sorry" or a free dessert to smooth things over. Just a "thanks, now scram." All this at a high-end Four Seasons Hotel, can you believe it? They must think we're all a bunch of clowns! Honestly, in a weird way, it was kind of hilarious. I've got to say, I do get a kick out of these disaster dinners.