In seeking a place to celebrate with friends we were recommended to Mr. Parkers in the Parker Meridian Hotel. Dark & dimly lit, so dim that all 3 of my dining companions had to ask for more light to read the menus. The waiter produced flashlights from his pocket for each of us, obviously this isn’t the first time he’s had this request!
The food was mediocre at best. I don’t mind paying over $30.00 for chicken but it better be damn good...it wasn’t, although it was the best of the main courses we ordered. The ravioli were under cooked leaving the pasta hard and doughy. Al dente is one thing but undercooked quite another. The beef short ribs were the biggest disappointment of the night. They came in a beautiful tagine serving dish which was placed before me and the lid lifted to reveal pretty much a boiled piece of meat. The shortrib was swimming in a watery broth with baby vegetables that had boiled in this flavorless broth rather than oven roasting. There were large pieces of beef fat needing to be set aside in order to get to the meat. At $37.00 shouldn’t the chef be doing that? And you will notice I changed from shortribs as described on the menu and check to the singular shortrib which is how it arrived. Not impressive.
Desserts were amateurish. The apple charlotte consisted of a spiced apple baked in a pastry crust but the pastry had an odd texture as if made with far too heavy a hand. It had none of the lightness or flakiness one would normally associate with pastry. The profiteroles were served with flair as chocolate sauce was poured over them from above but all that pomp and circumstance didn’t make them taste any better.
Bottom line: If money is no object and you care more about a "hip" scene than the food this is the place to be. It’s like cotton candy – lots of volume but one taste and it disappears.