Azure restaurant with its high ceilings and greenhouse
windows appears lofty but the tackiness sets in with the azure-coloured water
glasses. Funnily enough, the completely mediocre EPIC restaurant from yesterday
employed the same style of drink-ware. I smell collusion. The captive market
that is the hotel restaurant is showing itself to be a glorified room service
operation with exorbitant prices. The smoked salmon epitomizes this lazy hotel
operation, stuffed with the usual capers and cream cheese. It was so salty yet
so forgettable. The olive bread was the saving grace: crunchy and a little
sweet. The short ribs were essentially more generously sliced Korean Kalbi, as
you may expect to find at a $10 buffet. There was nothing fine about the sticky
tendons, the coverings of fat and misplaced vegetables too crunchy to be
al-dente. And finally, the warm chocolate cake was served prior to the main, the
poor ice cream melting from neglect. I had asked for the courses to arrive
simultaneously, but the hotel should refer to Jump for the proper treatment of
such a request.
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