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A cynical review of dessert at "33"


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A cynical review of dessert at "33"

J Bert | Oct 7, 2004 11:28 PM

Approx. 3 staff members per table. This *can* be a good thing, but not when the staff are absorbed in chatting up one another in person and on their little walkie talkie things, visiting with the DJs, or otherwise occupied.

I said our table near the front was *not* cold, thank you for asking, so no need to close that door. This isn't Los Angeles so high 60's are manageable, and the fresh air was nice. My mistake. Once the swarm of twentysomething achiver-smokers rallied together just inches outside said front door, our table and for that matter the entire front of the house were bathed in a stinky fog of cigarette smoke. Nobody came by for a really long time as this was happening, and by the time they did, it was too late to undo the damage.

We told you we were there for dessert, and the hostess seated us with dessert menus and had the extra bits from our beautifully set table pulled away. So far so good.

So, maybe I'm weird, but even though the bread and olive tapenade are nice, I wasn't expecting and didn't want them on my table as a prelude to dessert. Coordination issue?

When it was allowed to be, service was exceptional, attentive and quietly competent. And the rest of the time, it was annoyingly off in the corner chattering about something.

Dessert was good. I had the warm chocolate cake (a dense little cupcake of a thing) with pear terrine, "Tahitian and Tonkanese Vanilla Ice Cream" (?) and a creme anglaise... dense little portions on a big plate.

Companion had the frozen caramel mousse with pistachios and dulce de leche... again, nice enough, a little cone-shaped dessert with pistachios all over and berries all around.

I hate when the food delivery person (remember, not fewer than 3 workers per table) arrives to shout out "WHO HAD THE CHOCOLATE!?" diner-style. Come on folks, work out a little system of letting one another know these details if you're gonna swap roles around every 5 minutes and overspecialize to the point of distraction. I swear it, we had more peeps taking care of our needs than P. Diddy with full entourage.

Bipolar Service gets both an A and a D.

The room and management get a C- for pandering to the hipsters while sacrificing the dining room to cigarette stink, and for general disorganization, overstaffing, and a general sense of self-impressed-ness.

Kitchen gets an A with reservations since it was only dessert.

For overall value, well, I'd give it a B- or high C. This is not an inexpensive venue, and the server seemed annoyed that we didn't purchase more than two desserts, two drinks and a coffee. Sorry, I just don't binge like I used to. The next time I do, it won't be at 33 anyway.


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