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Okay so this isn't a restaurant so much as a banquet space, but they still serve food so it qualifies as a place to talk about. I mean, I wrote about the Baltimore Ravens stadium a while ago, and none of you said a thing. Come to think of it, you never say anything.
Okay so this isn't a restaurant so much as a banquet space, but they still serve food so it qualifies as a place to talk about. I mean, I wrote about the Baltimore Ravens stadium a while ago, and none of you said a thing. Come to think of it, you never say anything.
The night in
question was a fake awards dinner for the Rising Stars of Brooklyn.
Basically a ponzi scheme for local newspapers that enables them to sell
tickets to the award winner's friends, family, etc. The ticket price is more
than the cost of the dinner, and so the dying local rag gets enough money to
survive until the next awards dinner. The recipients? A collection
of used cars salesmen and deli owners, vice principles and law clerks. In
a word: losers. Oh and yours truly.
Enough Iconman,
how was the food? A first place tie between disgusting and revolting. The whole operation was a shit show, and I'm sure the first fifty people to pick through the two buffets had a fine time, but when guest number four hundred walks up they find cold platters of processed crap, frozen fecal, and oddities from the world around. I believe the only two stations were an Asian station and an Italian station; both served by apathetic latino waiters in black tie. The Italian station had an action pasta that was at best bland, and the unmanned Asian station had soggy steamed dumplings that barely passed as sustenance.
Fortunately I had sense enough to sneak in my own wine but the douchey banquet captain was too chicken shit to put glasses on my table. I had to go behind the bar, grab a handful of glasses, and slink back to my table just to get a drink. It's strange to see the absolute disconnect from restaurant dining to banquets. They're close cousins, but when you compare them its as though one was raised in Manhattan and the other in outer Romania. There simply isn't a comparison. To be fair to Abigail Kirsch I doubt this banquet had the best they could offer, as they probably weren't paid much after the room rental. But what can you say? A newspaper needs to make a buck, so spare the expense for the rising stars!
Fortunately I had sense enough to sneak in my own wine but the douchey banquet captain was too chicken shit to put glasses on my table. I had to go behind the bar, grab a handful of glasses, and slink back to my table just to get a drink. It's strange to see the absolute disconnect from restaurant dining to banquets. They're close cousins, but when you compare them its as though one was raised in Manhattan and the other in outer Romania. There simply isn't a comparison. To be fair to Abigail Kirsch I doubt this banquet had the best they could offer, as they probably weren't paid much after the room rental. But what can you say? A newspaper needs to make a buck, so spare the expense for the rising stars!
