We’ve been to this trendy place maybe three times over the 15 years or so its been in Yaletown. We were there this time with friends who are enthusiastic about food and drink, and we expected a pretty high class show with corresponding prices. Our disappointment was with the performance. I wouldn’t even have minded paying quite a bit more than the reasonable cost if we had been treated in a friendly way.
It is a pleasantly openly glitzy but still classy room, the sort of place I imagine you might take a young date or client to impress her with how casually you conducted yourself in the surroundings. The welcome was by a couple of nice Asian girls in black dresses, and we somehow scored a little corner table out of the main tide of clatter and racket. The waiter, a big fiftyish guy, presented himself as a cross between an old salt and a smoky roue, his voice a grating rattle and delivery fast and verging on dismissive.
We ordered cocktails (my male counterpart diner a bit of an expert in this area), and when the martinis arrived they really were the wrong thing and were quickly but not very happily replaced with special gin as ordered. Why don’t restaurants (ones I’ve been to and ordered a straigtup cocktail at least) keep hard liquor in a freezer like I do so it doesn’t have to be shaken with ice and either watered-down or filled with little shards, but can be poured like pure oil into an icy glass?
A couple of starters were shared around, a mixed ceviche and four “wagyu” meatballs with various sauces. I found the ceviche overly vinegary although it contained a lovely variety of consistencies, and the meatballs had interesting tangy accompaniments but weren’t in the league of the real Japanese fatty beef.
Our mains were Alaska black cod, tuna, and cod done with a variety of vegetables and mushrooms. Sablefish isn’t for me much of a test of the expertise of a kitchen because it’s hard to ruin, so beautifully oily and full of flavour. The vegetables were underdone like they teach you to do at the BC Institute of Technology, but there was a perfectly-pitched sweet sauce accompaniment to the fish and I enjoyed it. Few complaints from the others. We drank a Blue Mountain pinot gris which was just fine, and the price was a pleasant surprise at somewhere around $60 each pre-tip.
This would have been a better-than-average dinner in a nice cheerfully pretentious place except for the waiter who seemed to get increasingly irritable and hurried. His know-it-all and narcissistically entitled personae seem to be at war with one another for predominance, and we felt patronized and hurried.
This is nowhere near a candidate for Vancouver’s big night out, and it’s hard to imagine going back except to inhale the sexy bling atmosphere, maybe just sitting at the bar and having a drink. Food 8.1, service 4.5, ambience 8.6, value 7.9, peace and quiet 6.4 (but beware, if you’re out in the middle of the room you need to take your hearing aids out).