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Mirepoix in Windsor - Beware!

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Mirepoix in Windsor - Beware!

Khris | May 29, 2004 01:21 PM

Visited Mirepoix last night on the glowing advice of this board and a few friends - never again!
The food and service started out okay (duck breast and pear appetizer which was very nice and corn soup which was lovely despite being overly salty), but they either do not have enough waitstaff (one waiter, one busboy, and one hostess for 17 tables) to handle the rush when full, or they were intentionally making it clear to us that we were not welcome. Either way, we will never go back. We are not fast eaters, yet when we completed our starters, we waited 10 minutes for them to clear our plates and another 15 minutes for the entrees to arrive. After finishing our entrees (pork tenderloin, which came in the all-too-familiar "tower", and was a little underdone, and local salmon, which was good but overwhelmed with kale and morels), we waited another 15 minutes for our plates to be cleared. Coffee was thin, dry, and watery, and the desserts (which took another 30 minutes to arrive) were bland and tasted cornstarch and flour heavy. We waited 40 minutes for our bill.
What was so disappointing to us was that the night began well, but deteriorated so intensely as to become offensive. We were lectured about how "our usual clientele is made up of local winemakers" and how, when I asked what type of chocolate was used in the cake, and was it Scharffenberger (in a friendly way), "it's Ghirardelli, but John comes in all the time - he's a friend" (tone of voice = "unlike you").
By the end of the night, we were angry and disappointed, and it was obvious that we were not welcome at Mirepoix unless we were either a local winemaker or someone else worthy of their attention. They've been in business 2 years, so I guess the clubby disdain works for them, but we were saddened at the outdated adherance to "show your pedigree at the door", which totally negates what real food lovers care about. Mirepoix did not want to share the gift of good cooking and fine ingredients with us, they wanted to puff themselves up, a practice I thought had gone out of style in the 80's.
Snob alert, salt alert, bad dessert alert.

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