Bear with me here. This is a long one.
I'm going to take the time to write this out with as much detail as I can given my status on this forum as an admin and given my position in the community. I want to ensure all details are clarified.
I very rarely feel the need to criticize or note a negative dining experience in this city. I know running a restaurant is a tough business, I grew up in that environment, but I also know that a responsibility of a restaurateur is to ensure that all patrons are satisfied, all patrons are respected and should there be a problem, it ought to be addressed to the satisfaction of the patrons.
Yesterday evening I took my girlfriend to Brasserie. We arrived at about 8PM, and were told a table would be ready for us by 8:45. We returned and were seated in the back corner, a very pleasant, warm and intimate table. The table next to us had four ladies, 30-40-somethings, who appeared to have been celebrating a ladies night out or something to that effect.
As the evening went on, we noticed that the volume of the patrons next to us kept increasing. Language was degrading. Alcohol kept flowing.
As for our food, to be perfectly blunt and honest it was not what I had expected at one of the city's most famed restaurants. I had asked for a medium rare steak and received a rare, which is nothing short of criminal () in the restaurant business, but being too hungry to want to wait I dug in.
Now on to our friends next to us. After we finished dining I realized I could no longer have a conversation with my girlfriend who was sitting two feet away from me. Looking around I noticed other patrons were also looking in the direction of the table with the four ladies. The entire restaurant was filled with their chatter and intoxicated cackling. I had had enough.
Not wanting to waste our bottle of wine we transplanted ourselves over to the bar. Not a word was said by staff, no question why. They did huddle at the end of the bar and looked as though they were discussing the loud table, but instead of cutting the party short another round of wine was served.
After a few moments we noticed bar was quite drafty and uncomfortable, and at that point I finally voiced my opinion to a woman behind the bar. An exchange more or less like so followed:
"May I ask you to remind the table that all patrons deserve a quiet and comfortable place to dine?"
"Oh, are they being too loud?"
"Yes. We moved from our table, to the bar, if you hadn't noticed."
"Oh, yeah, in the service industry this sometimes tends to happen. Here not so much, but it happens."
"So you're unwilling to ask them to be conscious of other diners?"
"Well, you know, this happens now and then."
There was no offer to speak to them, there were only excuses and references to the industry. A manager never came to speak to us, and our server did not care to either.
My girlfriend voiced her displeasure as well, and reminded the woman we were speaking with that it is not out of line to remind a loud and disruptive table that there are other patrons in the restaurant. Again, the response was just a smile and a rebuttal.
Eventually the lady who I had exchanged words with went to the back and returned to say something along these lines:
"Ok, we'll solve this now, they'll be given their bill soon."
"That's it? They'll be given their bill?"
"Yes. I noticed you've finished your wine. Can I pour you another glass?"
Unreal. I spent over $150 on that meal at a restaurant that I thought had class. There was no visit from the manager, no offer to decrease my bill, just a smile and a desire to keep the liquor flowing.
Look, we're not complainers, we're not out there to seek trouble. In fact we're a pretty tolerant bunch, the girlfriend and I, but this was over the top and a ridiculous show of disrespect for patrons of that restaurant who all paid very good money to dine there and the care-free attitude exhibited by the staff was unprofessional for the business they are in. Total lack of professionalism, total lack of respect for their diners.
Sorry Brasserie, but my first visit will be my last.