I was invited to lunch yesterday at the Montclair Bistro. I wasn't familiar with the restaurant. The friend who invited me is not known for her "taste" in dining, but I was game. Oh my!
The interior has a distinctive '80's vibe. Very faux everything. OK, my own personal issue.
We were seated and waited a very long time to place our order. We both ordered panko crusted sole with wasabi beurre blanc (hold the caviar) and iced tea. Fifteen minutes went by, thirty, forty five... We had to scout out someone to refill the ice tea, repeatedly. We noticed we weren't the only table looking around the room for some sign of life, and none was forth coming. There appeared to be no food on any table. We finally pinned down one of the two waitresses and asked about the status of our lunch and were assured it was all ready. Oh boy! Where was it?!
Ten minutes later plates of remarkably tough deep fried fish were put in front of us. On each plate was an orchid?! And squiggles of (presumably) balsamic reduction and something else we couldn't identify in a most strange "beurre blanc". My friends knife kept getting stuck in the squiggles. The "greens" (all that had been mentioned on the menu accompanying the fish except rice)that held the fish high, were full of mushrooms, something I should have mentioned to the kitchen I'm allergic to.
The waitress neglected to ask if we wanted coffee or dessert and brought our check with an efficiency I wish we'd seen earlier.
I wonder how they survive.