Erin N.
Yelp
I had to wait a few weeks to calm down from the blind rage that a trip to Vincent's produced in me. Admittedly, I've never been a fan of their food. Probably the last time I ate there was about 20 years ago. Overcooked pasta, meh bread, and overly hyped restaurant trying to be fine dining, but really just trash. My mom is an Italian cook and I'm sorry, but this food does not come close to anything resembling good Italian food. But....my bf's parents wanted to go for their 50th anniversary, so who was I to protest?
Well after spending nearly $300 on a 3-course meal, we were sitting finishing up our dessert and coffee, when Vincent (the owner) came up to our table and said gruffly, "Are you done yet?! I have people waiting for a table!!" I kid you not. The guy sat looking completely coked up the whole night, staring at diners, NOT coming over to say hello, as other reviewers have said, and I'm sure just making the staff feel nervous. There was ::crickets:: no one waiting for a table. It was around 9 pm, and even after we walked out - no one at the door. No one outside.
Right after he barked at us to leave, one of the waiters accidentally spilled red sauce from a dish all over my light beige wool coat. Accidents happen, and he was apologetic. I'm SURE he was nervous that the owner was sitting staring at them all night. The waiter immediately tried getting the sauce off, but I told him to finish what he was doing, and then he could come back to try and get it off. Vincent was staring in our direction the entire time.
After two waiters tried haphazardly to slosh some hot (cringe) water on my beloved coat, I asked them to stop. Again, I don't blame them. They were kids, could not have been over 21 years old. I'm sure they know next to nothing about getting red sauce out of garments. But I do blame Vincent - 1st for being incredibly rude to a family that has lived in Metairie for their entire lives, and 2nd for doing NOTHING while watching the slow homicide of my coat via marinara.
My bf's mom and bf called his name 4-5 times before he responded. My bf's mom told him he should cover the dry cleaning bill on my coat. "Yeh, sure sure. Bring me the bill."
And that was it. No apology. No kindness. No nothing.
So so gross. I won't wait 20 more years before going back. I won't be back ever.