
Have you ever gone to a self proclaimed "swanky" restaurant and experienced a throbbing headache from the music, hunger pangs from lack of service, and shear perplexity about where you are... all at once? NEITHER HAVE I.. until BUTTER NYC. What a colossal disappoint this was. What an epic fail! Alex Guarnaschelli, wherever you are, I understand that you are not the owner of this restaurant, but for your reputation's sake, for the sake of your career and your family, please bring your talents elsewhere. You do not deserve to go down with this dissolving pad of butter.
I'm not happy to be writing this warning, it actually saddens me, but it has to be done. From the minute we entered through it's long tubular entrance, until we finished our appetizers*, we were overwhelmed with disappointment.
For starters, when going to a restaurant with such an revered reputation, you would think they wouldn't need to post a Zagat placard on their hostess podium. This is something you'd expect at an Olive Garden, or Outback Steakhouse. We were kind of put off when we saw this laminated poster staring at us from the other side of the "cocktail lounge." The combination of seating people in the foyer and throwing a Zagat rating in customer's faces is purely tacky.
Immediately following the awkward walk down the entrance hallway laden in drunk clackers (watch The Devil Wears Prada for a definition) came a half hour wait. Under normal circumstances this wouldn't have been so irritating, but paired with the rest of the evening it is the icing on the cake....(con't)