Smith and Wollensky
Wine and steak: two things Smith and Wollensky do right.
Everything else: major room for improvement.
First a rant from Vodka: as someone who has a tendency to arrive early in life, she despises when restaurant policy forbids her from occupying her reserved table until the rest of her party arrives. She understands the rationale when the establishment, say, does not take reservations, or when the dining room is full. But when Vodka arrives at Smith and Wollensky fifteen minutes early for her and Ginger's reservation, the dining room is a ghost town. Yet despite Vodka's protests, the host insists she sit at the bar until the rest of her party arrives. UNCOOL, Smith and Wollensky. Major demerit.
|Time to Drown My Frustration in Wine|
|Our Wine Glasses are Procreating|
|Apparently, We Have a Seat in Coach|
|All Together Now: Meh|
|This Salad Looks a Bit Long in the Tooth|
|As Opposed to Very Green and Smeary|
|The Better to Eat You With, My Dear|
As previously stated, we are not big into coconut, more due to the texture than the flavor. However, the coconut itself is far from the main issue with this cake.
The larger problem is that the plates look like they were assembled by three-year-olds.
|Cake Cutting with a Fisher Price Knife|
|You've Been Slimed|
We understand that Restaurant Week is, for the most part, a joke in New York -- that restaurants hardly ever deliver the same quality to the Restaurant Week crowd that they do on a non-discount basis, but this is pathetic. Our plates are reminiscent of the carelessly hacked slabs of cake available on the dessert counter in a college cafeteria, the ones that remind you that are are oh-so-far from your mother's loving kitchen. It is just sad.
As if all of this visionary displeasure weren't bad enough, there is nary a scoop of ice cream to be found with this slab of cake. As the Restaurant Week menu blatantly states, the coconut layer cake is served "WITH VANILLA ICE CREAM." Except ours, which for unknown reasons features lime green slime instead of refreshing ice cream.
The entire dessert is a visual mess of epic proportions.
|Not to Mention Our Initial Issue with the Slathering of Coconut|
Perhaps the whole thing could have been saved by our promised scoops of vanilla ice cream. But unfortunately, it seems Smith and Wollensky is too busy sharpening their chain saws and hacking through cake to deliver on what is promised to their (third-class Restaurant Week) patrons.
We knew we never liked coconut.
Smith and Wollensky's Coconut Layer Cake: 2 stars