Went to Firebird on Friday as part of restaurant week. The two hosts were exceptional. They greeted us promptly, were very courteous and remembered my name at the end of the meal when they asked me if everything was fine. Unfortunately, that’s all I can say positively about our experience. Let me start with the food. I started with what we believe was a cream of chestnut soup, although we heard another waiter tell another table something else. I think we would have understood better if either waiter hadn’t seemed totally put out for having to move their jaws. It was fine if unexceptional but then, what is one to expect from cream of chestnut. My girlfriend got the perogi which was dry and flavorless but came with the tiniest dollop of delicious sour cream.
At this point I had asked for a wine list and 45 seconds after receiving it had been asked for it back… twice. So relinquished it without having picked a wine. Now, I understand that Firebird, despite what seems to me to be bland, dry, totally uninspired food considers itself to be a high class, high end establishment. But, to serve a wine list with only one bottle under 40$ seems like a little overkill. Then to be out of the Bogeda Norton Malbec ($41 on the menu, $8 at my local wine shop) and to bring over a “just in, lovely bottle of Malbec for only $64” really took the cork out of the night. Not to mention at the ratio of the Norton, the offered bottle at $64 would have been a $12.50 bottle of wine. So, upon my third inspection of the wine list we ended up with a twist cap, pretty bad bottle of Cab Sav from New Zealand for $44.
On to the mains. We were both ordering from the restaurant week menu, and I’ll get to this in a moment. I had the beef stroganoff, disgusting, wet, overcooked and undelicious. Served with an even smaller dollop of delicious sour cream. My girlfriend had the chicken kiev, which wasn’t bad, certainly was filling, but really was nothing remotely special. It did come with a tiny plate of fantastic blanched vegetables and a potato croquet that we were of mixed opinion on. She liked it, I think in comparison to the other things on the table. I thought it was dry, mushy and not very good.
To make matters worse, no sooner had we taken out last bites, but the plates were swept away and desert flung in front of us in tremendous hurry. The menu read for this course:
Oh the myth of choice!
The bill came to over $120.