Went to Marigold tonight for dinner, and I should start by saying, the food itself was fine. It tasted good, it was plentiful. However, it was not so special that it made up for the other aspects of this experience.
Our reservation was for 7:15. We arrived on time and weren't seated for close to 10 minutes, despite the fact that in their front room where we were seated, only 2 of the 7 tables were taken. Odd, but no big deal, and the Maitre D' was friendly.
Between the time we were seated and the time our appetizers arrived it was 45 minutes. And then another half an hour passed between app and entree, and then between entree removal and dessert offering, and then again before even the check was brought.
Normally I would be only a little annoyed; they're a new place and I try to be sympathetic...but tonight was exceptionally irritating because it was so obvious that we and the other table of 2 were being ignored in favor of one party of 7 who seemed to know the owner. Then another seemingly special group of 6 were seated, and I suspect that our meals were simply forgotten as these two tables received round after round of complimentary amuse.
Now, I understand that there are special customers, those who know the staff or who have called ahead with special requests or who knows what, but this restaurant only has 12 tables. At peak tonight, there were still under 20 customers. I have fed more people in my studio apartment at one time than they did tonight -- and I'm not claiming I cook as well, but no one waits for food for an hour while I flirt with my guests either. No apology for or acknowledgment of our wait was ever made.
The food itself was pretty good; we split a fennel blood orange salad that came with a mushroom filled cigar shape of dough, fried. Both were tasty though I didn't think they were especially well-matched. I had the cauliflower lasagna with almond bechamel which I enjoyed; my DC had sea bass with two warm salads, one which I have forgotten and a tasty Asian-inspired mix of chickpeas and octopus. For dessert she ordered the chocolate pumpernickel bread pudding which came with a port ice cream (white, not red, for the visual amongst you) which we found, as the rest of the food, tasty but not extraordinary.
I'm sorry to say it, as I had such high hopes, but I don't think there's much chance of my returning to Marigold.