The bistro is named Vatel, the chef is named Watel, but no matter how you spell it, this up-and-coming spot takes fine French dining to new levels in its elegant dining room. You can go with the reasonable prix-fixe option (lunch is a steal) or mix-and-match entrées such as succulent duck breast or tempura lobster tail with a range of salads and sides. Daily blackboard specials take advantage of the freshest foods and never fail to surprise.
Dec 19, 2013
Worst Dining Experience EVER!!!! We “dined” in isolation in the “new” side. We were abandoned, orphaned and outcast.... Not only were we ignored. The wait staff did the TOTAL OPPOSITE of our request. We were seated in the “new” section, with only a couple of other tables seated. There was the feeling of a being in a storage unit. I had a view of an espresso machine in storage. The first item of irritation was being seated under
the vent of a COLD BLOWING air condition vent in December. The room was cold. The first “hint” of the torture we would endure came when we asked the “water server” that was adjusting the thermostat if he would raise the temperature. His response was “other side” wanted the temperature lowered. Not only did he not do as we requested, he lowered the temperature even further. We were sitting under a strong cold breeze. The candle was flickering. I asked to be moved to a different table. We were granted that wish, but the room was still cold. Service was minimum. The wine was served, the order was taken, the food was served, the check was taken. Other than that our “waiter” was not around. He had tables on the “other side”. He barely could be bothered with us. There was the feeling of being orphaned and abandoned. We were outcasts!!! During the course of the meal, I went to the restroom through the “other side”. That when it became apparent that we had been “duped”. Others were enjoying their meals in the warmth of a filled dining area. There was the sounds of people sharing life over wonderful food in a warm room. We didn’t share in this experience as we were abandoned and in isolation. For me, the food was delivered to a cold a “eaters’. Any diners at our table had left the room. Now it was an endurance test to finish the food and leave. In the above setting the food din’t matter. It was my worst dining experience ever.