a few weeks ago my roommate D and i wanted to try bobby flay's mesa grill but we didn't make it there in time for lunch (2:30pm). so we wandered around caesar's palace and settled on spago. yes i said settled because D has been to spago in LA before and he did not like it. and he is not fond of postrio (another wolfgang puckery but in the venetian). but it was slim pickins so we settled on spago.
next comes the fun part. i started with the calamari steak with ponzu and chili lime something or another. D starts with the steak something quesadilla with some fancy cheese. we order voss water and a beer each. so the "calamari steak" comes out and it looks like mozzarella sticks from denny's (i know this because i used to go to denny's all the time in college to study late night). it looks like it came from wolfgang puck's line of frozen appetizers. D gets his quesadilla and it looks like something you can get at TGI but worse. the guacamole is this yucky green paste. the pico de gallo looks straight out of a jar.
but we eat it. because we are good sports. even if it cost a $15 for an appetizer (during lunch). we eat it. my calamari was so salty that the ponzu was out of the question and the accompanying greens were wilted if not completely lifeless.
our main comes to the table. i ordered st louis style ribs and D ordered a sausage/fennel pizza. ok maybe i ordered wrong (who orders ribs at spago, i know) but D's pizza should have been fantastic. he took two bites and had a foul look on his face. my ribs were barely edible. it was like cafeteria food. DORM food. we contemplate for a couple of minutes if we should send it back.
i call over our waitress and tell her my food is inedible. i say a bunch of other things, and D chimes in here and there. she asks if we would like to speak to the chef to let him know. i just told her that i did not want to make a scene. but of course the general manager comes up to us and says something like.. what were you expecting from pizza, it's just dough and cheese. uhh.. yeah. then the chef comes out and asks us for constructive criticism. what the. i did not feel qualified to give the executive chef of spago a crit. but i told him that the calamari was too salty and the food was just not up to the standard of what i thought spago was.
anyway so we wanted to get out of there and they say that they want to send us a dessert and that they will comp the entire meal. we felt bad so we told them that we would pay for our drinks and appetizers. we had the strawberry caprese for dessert (the strawberries were chopped up in small pieces but some pieces still had their stems on!) because they insisted. we get the bill (to pay for our drinks and appetizers) and they added on that damn dessert. UGHH. two thumbs WAY down.