It has been a number of years since I have been inside the building that formerly housed "Club Soda". I can't say that it looks very different, which is fine. I always liked the rustic vibe fused with contemporary fixtures. We were promptly seated and then greeted by our friendly server. I let her know first thing that we were on a timeline for the show and she assured me that wouldn't be a problem. The Restaurant Week menu did not excite either one of us, but the regular menu had plenty that we wanted to try. We started out by ordering a couple of cocktails and an appetizer. My husband ordered Oysters William, lightly breaded oysters, pan fried in a white wine shallot sauce, 9.99. They arrived promptly and were delicious. For the main course I ordered New Orleans Crawfish Etouffee. Crawfish tail meat, seasoned vegetables and rice cooked together in our Cajun gravy, 17.99. I have been in love with Crawfish Efouffee since having it for the first time about 15 years ago in New Orleans. It was one of those rare dining experiences where the dish was so memorable, and I have never been able to duplicate it. My husband ordered the N.Y. Strip, "drizzled with red wine demi glace, served with one side item (he chose baked potato) for 21.99."
By now, the restaurant is starting to fill up a bit, and tables next to us are seated. The table my left had a wobble issue. Ours did too, but we hadn’t bothered to mention it. The neighboring table complained right away. The maître d’ came out immediately and diligently adjusted all four legs for several minutes until it was stable. He was very apologetic and gracious. I was impressed with how he handled it, as the customers were a little huffy about it. Shortly after this our food arrives. The potato toppings had been overlooked, but were quickly brought out to the table. Everything looked great, and tasted wonderful.
Not one to miss many opportunities for dessert, I tried their pecan pie. It was quite excellent. I even ate the crust, which is often the downfall of many pies, but was not the case here. The server did an A plus job for us. As we were winding down she told us to relax, and finish our drinks. We got our check, paid and were finishing up our wine. The time was a few minutes past 7PM, right on schedule for getting to the show. It was at this moment that the entire restaurant experience was irrevocably destroyed. A young man, who was hosting I believe, came up to the table, squatted down next to me and said, “Would you mind hurrying up and leaving. We have a 7PM reservation waiting for this table.”
I have a couple of phrases that I overuse, one of which is, “There’s a lot of stupid out there," but I was so stunned that I couldn’t even pull this out of my hat. I stared blankly at Mr. Moron and said, “Okay.” I looked up at my husband who said, “They are dead to me.” If you read this blog at all, you know by now that Alex and I can be hammers. My husband on the other hand, is much more patient and understanding. He has traveled far and wide, experienced many different cultures and eaten a lot of crazy foods in foreign lands. Never, ever in all our years of dining out have either of us ever been asked to leave a restaurant. I have since polled many of my friends. I have yet to find one who has. So, that is that. I will never go there again. I will never recommend it to anyone. They are dead to me too.