Y est allé·e le 7 janvier 2024
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The experience of riding a gondola to the top of a mountain to have a drink with a friend in a lounge is pretty awesome.
What's not awesome is the audacity of this place calling their dinner "Chef's Table." For anyone unfamiliar, a chef's table is a private dining experience that allows club chefs to showoff their culinary skills to members in a more intimate environment.
What you're actually getting, for $45/person, is essentially cafeteria quality food in a buffet format with everything congealing and cooling under weak heat lamps.
When we arrived, I was surprised when our server said "just grab a plate and enjoy." Do you guys not know what chef's table means? Even on your menu you're intentionally misleading people into thinking this is a dinner menu with full service like a standard restaurant.
But whatever. Fine. Expensive, but fine. My wife orders a beer. I order a glass of wine. The server informs us they're out of some of the beers and basically all of the wine. I end up with a beer. Ok.
I figure, we're still having fun. We're celebrating her birthday and let's just make the best of it. So we try the food.
Maybe the price point and false advertising literally put a bad taste in our mouths but we gave it a shot. The pasta was lukewarm to cold. The tomato sauce was generic and tasted store bought. The fettuccine Alfredo was so cold the sauce was congealing and curdling. Delicious.
The brisket (?) was cold somehow and dry from sitting under a heat lamp. The bread was hard as hell and like chewing through beef jerky.
Everything was caked in salt. Not, like seasoned or anything. Just salt.
There were (clearly frozen) egg rolls with a drizzle of sauce that was sitting on the table next to them labeled Private Selection which is a sauce you buy in Safeway.
Point is, it's a criminally overpriced, misleading, Golden Corral buffet on a mountain. Just go there for the ambience and drinks, and save your cash for a McDonalds down the street.
