over priced and hyped. let's set the scene... our 10th anniversary celebration, big gorgeousresortthat we were staying at, highly recommended by workers in the resort. folks come from outside theresortto eat here.. cutting edge food... theresortis pretty full better make a reservation.. etc.. so the fuse was lit and i hastely made a reservation, since i was concerned we were not going to be able to get a table if we just showed up. saturday arrived and we got excited about what we were going to eat and drink. we arrive promptly at 6.30pm, me rushing suzi q to get ready... don't want to be late!
taa daa.. we arrive.. to a completely empty restaurant. i crap you negative. we were the only couple in the entire place.. 6.30pm on a saturday night.. this didn't bode well. i fully admit, that i thought about leaving right there. i mean the place is huge! and you could of heard a nun fart, a silent but deadly, under her robe and habit. however, it was our big night.. we had a couple of cocktails already and didn't think driving to downtown san antonio would be a good option. so, we wandered over to our table
since it was a special night, i ordered us a righteous bottle of veuve clicquot champagne to set the mood for my honey. waiter returned to let us know that they were out. out! how could the fancy smanchy cutting edge 5 star restaurant be out of their most expensive bottle of bubbily??? dumbfounded i look bewildered at my waitress and she makes a recommendation of a bottle of chandon. so we go with napa valley rather than the french bubbily selection. i be looking pretty dang impressive to my bride at this point. (a quick note... when i mentioned this to one of the managers the next day at another bar in the resort, they wondered why they just didn't walk over and pick up a bottle of veuve from them.. yes, why indeed, perhaps their segway was out of juice)
bottle arrived, time for food. ordered the oysters, it was a night of love after all, suzi q got a steak, i got the lobster ($58) and we sat comfortably in our big people sofa/chair thingy looking out over an empty restaurant. we giggled and poked each other as we waited for our food. oysters were tasty and tiny. salad crunchy and seasoned properly. steak arrived cooked to temp and my lobster made its debut. they had thoughtly cut the dude in half and took out the claw meat for me so i didn't have to start flinging lobster bits all over the nice clean restaurant trying to get to the meat. it seemed to have been seared on the grill. while the claws were tender and juicy the tail meat was a little chewier than i recall lobster in the past. this made me think that either the lobster had walked from maine to san antonio or it had been dead for awhile before i ordered it. after all, had he been freshly dunked in boiling water, we would of probably been able to hear his last shrill of a dying death song.
anyhow... we finished up and our tab arrived. one look and i started my dying death song.. it was definitely pricey, but $238 with tip, for what turned out to be really nothing that special was a little more than what i thought dinner was worth. perhaps they are on their game better when they are bustling and rocking the casbah.. but this night... not so much.