A blog to welcome my I'm-never-coming-back return to St. Louis, complete with non-trained, non-scientific restaurant reviews, cooking adventures, and whatever else comes to mind.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Don't Take Your Mistress Here

400 Olive's is described on its website as an "urban grille [that] takes advantage of our location by placing diners in an elevated corner of the hotel’s atmospheric charm. Warm and welcoming." What they should have said is "a typical overpriced, underwhelming hotel restaurant that is strangely located next to the reservations desk."

This was a Groupon we kept putting off, so long so that we had three days left on this one-year valid discount. I didn't know at the purchase time that this restaurant was in the downtown Hilton, otherwise I would have keep looking. We arrived around 6:30 and the hostess sat us quickly in a small table along the wall, which was fine. Our waiter came over and took our wine order and asked if "I was familiar with that wine." What is that supposed to mean? It sucks? We waited and waited for bread service, which every other table had; finally I asked and our waiter exclamed "Oh sorry about that!" Actually, no. He said, "uh yeah." Good thing we asked for it because the spreadable herb butter was the best part of the meal.

Tim and I ordered the same salad, the namesake salad that came in at an astounding $9 each. I thought the salad tasted fine but Tim said his had enough dressing only to cover about 20% of the leaves. He was eating dry salad. Dry nine dollar salad. For the entree, I ordered the beef tenderloin which was good but suffered from a sauce and vegetables that reminded me of many-a wedding reception dinner. Tim ordered a pork chop that at a glance looked medium rare. He said it was really not good at all. Tim had to nearly trip our waiter to get just one water refill. The whole experience was just weird.

400olive.com

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