Part 3 - The Worst Dinner Ever
We walked in and no one was standing at the stand where it said to wait, but soon enough a girl came over and took us back to a seat. Honestly, since there was really no one in the restaurant that late on a Sunday I'm still wondering why she sat us at one of those small two person only tables when there were plenty of bigger four person-ish tables where we wouldn't have been so cramped. There is nothing I hate more than those tables when you want to order a few apps and of course those apps come out on massive plates and then you suddenly feel like you have to hold onto your glass the whole time because there just isn't room. Again that is also besides the point but still.
It took forever to be greeted by our server once we sat. Eventually though, he showed up. His name was Bryce and Bryce seemed like a bit of a snob when he decided to greet us. Start the clock. We gave him our drink orders. I just got a soda and Wesley a water and a beer. Literally like 15 minutes later they showed up. We promptly decided let's get some food ordered since it's taking forever to do anything. We ordered the watermelon salad and a tuna sushi option to start along with the crabcakes to share. To which it took at least 25-30 minutes to even get all of that. The watermelon salad was typical watermelon salad with some balsamic dressing and some goat cheese. Wesley claimed the tuna sushi was also just ok, nothing epic. What pissed me off though were the crabcakes we ordered. PLURAL CRABCAKES ( a whopping $21.00 by the way). I am like 99.9% sure that when I read the menu it said cakes. Which to me means more than one. It's a plural use of the word cake. Anyways, no it came out as one crab cake, so basically we each got one bite to share. It wasn't the best crab cake I've ever had either. For the price it actually was really annoying.
For our main course, the hubs got the short ribs (literally that's all it was), you had to order sides separately. And I got the ravioli (dinner size). Bryce said that the dinner size was a good portion and I would be satisfied. Well I wasn't it was disgusting. Again we waited for this part of the meal for at least 35 minutes. Of which I guarantee the meal had been ready at least 15. By the time my ravioli made it to the table you could tell it had been cooking under a heat lamp. It wasn't soft to the bite like a ravioli should be at all, it was hard and just terrible. There was no flavor to the basil or spinach concoction it said it came with. I was not impressed. I mean, who knows maybe some where along the more than an hour we had been there Bryce could tell I wanted to kick him in the face and he purposely left out food to bake itself. I don't know. But what I do know is it was terrible and he was terrible.
For the two hours it took to get that meal over with we spent $135.00 (for pretty much the worst meal ever). It just left me with a bad taste - literally. For the last meal we had in Vancouver, it was really disappointing. The funniest part though was that when the bill came out it actually had a comment card attached. I literally was dying inside thinking of all the things I was going to write down. Wesley immediately stole it away from me and said that since I didn't say anything all meal about how horrible it was and how horrible Bryce was that it wasn't right to say it behind his back. Ok fine, but I did get my revenge and I lit Bryce and that place up like a Christmas tree on my TripAdvisor review. To which I received an email back from the General Manager of The Market stating how horrible he felt about our experience and he hoped he would see us again soon so he could wine and dine us on the house. Well Mr. General Manager, no, I won't be coming back to your restaurant anytime soon. Mostly because I am not sure we would ever go to Vancouver again but no, mostly because when you suck that bad I don't want to go back. Even if you want to give me a free meal.
We're almost done with the honeymoon recap. Just one more day to review (it's mostly just a travel day back to Seattle to catch our flight) but I'll let you know what went down.
Until then,
xoxo
M-EFF
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