I guess I am a culinary neanderthal. My husband and I visited Pardes last evening and I am left scratching my head. I appreciated the chef's creativity. I appreciated his attention to detail and flavors. I appreciated my "Aha" moment with an excellent sous vie prepared duck dish. But, did I really have to sit there for over 2 1/2 hours and waits of up to 15 to 20 minutes between plates being served. We ordered a fish, a salad, three meat dishes and two desserts. I understand that they don't pay homage to the usual appetizer/main/dessert order. The waiter explained that he would be bringing things out as they were completed, but--to me anyway-- that meant that perhaps we would be getting a meat with a salad or two meats and then a salad, something like that. Instead, we waited quite a while at the start (we were okay with that) to be served a tongue and onion rings first, followed by a long wait and then a aji tuna tartare, followed by an extremely long wait at an empty table (maybe 20 minutes) and then my salad (which was excellent--loved the cocoa nibs, would have loved that salad had it been served before the heavier tongue and onion rings). Then an extremely long wait and finally an apology a meat dish--the mouthwatering duck. Then...sigh, a wait until our final meat arrived--the veal lomo. Unimpressive and small in portion, but with a cool, bright coconut "yogurt" sauce. Okay. The pacing was ridiculous and--now the restaurant has calmed down a bit. We are going on 8:00 p.m. having arrived at 6. We enter the no-man's land of dessert. The recommended dessert was not available anymore so we order a chocolate mousse against our better judgment as it was a safe choice but because I just wanted a little chocolate at that point and the walnut parfait (not good, btw). The mousse came out after a wait and was heavenly. We were then left waiting again at an empty table for close to 10 more minutes or more for the last dessert. Then...we waited for the check which was, of course, wrong. Then we waited for it to be rectified and then we headed home for an hour plus drive. Guys, this cannot be right. I am frustrated with the lack of respect for the diner. And, I know the food is good, but it was just too crowded and closed in for my taste. Too tight to really relax. I do think that--while the servers needed to work things out better-- the blame for the evening goes to the chef who is aware of his "style" of serving and should understand that his creativity does not make up for the dining experience he offered. Sorry. I'll go get my huge dinosaur bone and go back to my cave.