Few things more annoying than trying out a new restaurant with good expectations and having an all-around awful experience.
I'd seen the new neon sign for months now. Sleek, cool, and enticing. Was never sure what the whole building was about but finally went by there a couple of times close enough to see the restaurant on the first floor. Earlier tonight, a Sunday evening, I had some time to kill earlier so I decided to give it a try.
From the second you walk in you notice the atmosphere in the nighttime, and something you don't often see in night time spots: games on table tops. Uno, even Connect Four! Remember that one? A throwback from the 70s commercials? Well if you do, chances are you may also end up hating your experience in Moxy as well.
What I was expecting to be a chilled, laid back restaurant experience turned out to be the equivalent to the club scene on Division.
Maybe it's just not my market. Maybe they want the 20 and 30 somethings, because on this early Sunday evening, a Monday morning start of a new work week less than 12 hours away for most, the Bros were out in full force, flexing their guns, bumping into the back of my chair, and yelling at the top of their fantasy football voices as they did their best to attract the attention of the 20 to 30 something women throughout the bar. Yes, now I'm calling it a bar. Which, would have been fine, had I known what it was in advance.
Apparently, neither was it the market for a couple about my age - early 50s, who were sitting next to me at first, but when the Bros started howlin' and yellin', those two started walkin'.
Then there was the food experience. Ahhh. First thing I asked for was a Corona. They had well over 200 bottles of spirits on the shelf behind the bar, but they didn't serve Corona. The waitress was very sweet, however she was also very young, and new. There's no need whatsoever to be personal about her, but I had this strong feeling that this was no veteran. Hey everybody has to start somewhere. I felt that she was not getting support from coworkers and it looked chaotic to me, behind the bar. It worried to think how it'd look on a busy Saturday night. What she lacked in experience, though, she made up for in kindness. She made an attempt to offer suggestions of possible different options other than Corona. When none of them matched what I was looking for I just smiled and told her that I'd simply go with water.
For the food though, I explained to her that I did not want anything spicy, so when she showed me the tacos section on the menu - which was pretty much the entire food menu, I noticed that a couple could be spicy. She offered to put some of the spices to the side so it would not be directly on the taco. I agreed and went with the chicken, pork, and Korean BBQ. I sat there on Division on LaSalle, waiting for the food. It probably took about 15 minutes, a little longer then I expected for a few tacos. To my surprise the tacos actually came sooner than my water that I had ordered first. I wasn't going to say anything as I watched her serve about seven other customers who brushed up next to me to give their numerous orders one after another.
Finally, the tacos came. The first one, was the pork and I was able to eat that one just fine. The second one was perhaps the Korean. I didn't ask which was which and she hadn't instructed me. I took one bite of the second taco and the heat rushed into my mouth that I had to put that one aside after one bite. The third was the chicken which I ate just fine but I was still reeling from the heat of the second taco.
When I finished I just asked for my check and it was then when she finally remembered that I had ordered a water! She did rush immediately to prepare a glass of water and set it down in front of me.
The cost of this experience came out to $11, and I tipped her and thanked her. However, to get rid of that awful taste and pissed off feeling of striking out, I ended up going to an entirely different type of restaurant and spending $35.00. At least they had Corona.
As for Moxy, I walked out and expect I will never walk back in again. read more