I just had meals on successive Sundays in Manhattan. Annisa had the first team working: the (tasting) meal was beyond reproach, the wines (by the glass, selected by the owner, who puts together the wine list) fascinating and appropriate to the food.
Last night, though, the Berkshire pork at Compass was tough (actually the entire dish was off: the cabbage bed was unappealing and the architectural vegetables oily and unpalatable), and the foam-sauce in the seafood risotto appetizer too sweet. The wine we had was suggested to us by the waiter, and it was a disappointment. There was no wine steward or sommelier and, in hindsight, I doubt the waiter knew much about wine. These were all signs, to me, that the accomplished kitchen staff were not at the restaurant Sunday night.
The lobster in my risotto was succulent. (While stay away from seafood is a good rule for Sunday nights, no one at our table had any complaints.)
But it wasn't crowded and the staff seemed very relaxed.