Wow...was in town for the food show last weekend and someone insisted that we visit the old standby Gene and Georgetti...
What a place... I felt like I was back in the 50's...closed in , windowless...crowded...complete lack of ambiance...completely passable calamari...almost as good as the ones at TGIF's, ice berg lettuce with globby blue cheese, the steak was good but paled in comparisson to the one I had the night before at Smith and Wollensky...
Regarding the chicken Marsala...someone at our table had it...and when we mention that...everyone says..."it's a steak house"...as if that makes it ok to plate up a bland, cloying overcooked chicken dish with some of the oldest marinara sauce over spaghetti ever served to a human.
But what was best was the straight to business service by waiters whose roles are critical in getting your food to you as quickly as possible with little to no waiting time between the order and delivery...and all done without a shrivel of personality or friendliuness...they must work at showing no emotion...turn that table baby...these are tourists...I felt like I was in France again.
The best was the big plate of homefries...sliced potatoes slowly dragged through barely hot enough oil...no salt or seasoning to mar their starchy insides...the people at our table were so in awe that no one had the nerve to try them...we didn't have to ...their mere presence on the table oozed "does any one really care?"
Old school, old boy network ( I am certain the new mayor feels right at home here) supported by people who know nothing about food...all for about 300 bucks for a party of four...Al Capone is not dead...he's running Gene and Georgetti's...and lauging all the way to the bank.
Glad I got this "requirement" out of the way...
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