We were having an enjoyable dinner at a nice local restaurant last night–the place will go unnamed as it is a good spot by and large. We ordered a 3 course prix fixe. The first two courses came out at a good pace–enough time to enjoy the lobster wontons and my roasted salmon. Then we started waiting, and waiting, waiting for our chocolate molten cake.
Halfway into our 2nd cup of decaf, the manager came over to our table with a distraught look on his face. “I’m terribly sorry,” he apologized. “But the dessert is just not working out. The chef was trying a new presentation, and I just don’t find it acceptable. Would you care to order something else?”
At this point, we were quite ready to head home and call it a night, especially Jodi who needed to be up early for work. I explained this, and the manager wound up offering to comp our 1/2 bottle of Pouilly-Fuisse. Not a bad deal, I like wine better than dessert anyway!
This was a new experience for me, having the restaurant basically say they failed to execute a dish properly. I appreciate the commitment to quality and standards, but am awfully curious to have heard the exchange between manager and chef. “Sorry, your cake just isn’t working out…”