My family and I pulled up to Blue a little more than an hour before they closed, and we were a tad hesitant to come in, as all the stools were already set on top of their front bar. Our immediate thought was that they were closed, but a very eager man (whom we later found out was the manager) enthusiastically waved us in.
We were seated, and service in the beginning was attentive, even though there was a very large party seated directly next to us. My wife got the shrimp tacos, my kid got the slider, and I ordered the halibut.
About thirty minutes later, our food arrived. The tacos were great. My child (who absolutely loves burgers) refused to eat more than the couple of bites they had already taken. Trying to prove a point, I took a bite myself and was greeted with a puck of meat devoid of even the idea of seasoning. No salt. No pepper. No anything. Just meat, bread, and American cheese.
The $47 piece of Parmesan-encrusted halibut with a drizzle of beurre blanc looked amazing, but it was all a facade. I expected the fish to be fork-tender, but I was met with quite a bit of resistance when trying to grab my first bite. I initially thought it could be the Parmesan crust, but boy, was I wrong. It was the single driest piece of fish I've ever had. I had trouble believing this poor fish had ever seen water in its entire life. It was canned tuna drained by a hydraulic press dry. And not only was it dry, it was about as seasoned as the meat puck served to my child.
Normally, I am a bit annoyed when the wait staff asks how everything is the second you put the first bite in your mouth, but at this moment, nobody could be found. I eventually managed to flag down a waiter who was handing out bills and voiced my concerns. He was very polite and said he would let the manager know.
The manager eventually made his way over about ten minutes later and said he could either discount the dish or have the kitchen remake it. I initially asked for them to remake it, but he stressed how long it would take (an additional 20+ minutes) and that he would need to take the whole plate. He wasn't quite condescending, but it definitely felt backhanded. He made it seem like a giant inconvenience and really pushed the discount instead.
They were getting close to closing time, and my kid had to get ready for bed soon, so I agreed to keep the plate as long as he brought out some more beurre blanc so I could try to choke down the dish. With the amount of time he was gone, I figured they had to be making the sauce or at least warming it up.
Nope.
I was given a cold serving of something closer to mayonnaise than beurre blanc. I suffered through one more bite before throwing in the towel.
I received the check and, to my surprise, the big discount he had mentioned was a whopping $6.90 off. Not once did he come back to apologize, attempt to make things right, or try to justify why four bites of fish jerky were still worth a hair over $40.
If you do decide to risk it, stick with the taco, or don't go before closing. read more