Also, I forgot to do supper club for like 3 months. My bad.
This means I'm going to have to rely on words to describe the evening. And that's a big job. Because it was quite an evening. I'll do my best.
Drew's birthday was Friday. He's been wanting to go to The Majestic for months now. So we made a reservation and invited some friends. Because supper club without friends is just supper.
We showed up right on time for our 7:30 reservation. We were told it would be about 10 minutes until our table was ready. So we sat down at the bar and ordered some fun drinks. The bartender was great*. He wouldn't let me order my first choice because he was sure it wasn't for me. He recommended something that came out pretty & pink* but didn't taste too sweet and frilly. I loved it. He even got Drew to try a new beer*... which he totally loved.
Bartender = 10
A few minutes later we were escorted downstairs to our table. We were set up right in front of the stage** where a hilarious trio of jazz players* were performing. The room was small and the music was loud. It was a fun atmosphere to enjoy our dinner.
Ambiance = 10
Our waiter was friendly and apologized right away for the fact that we were sitting directly under a speaker** and that he would basically have to shout** in order to communicate with us.
Service = 9
That didn't stop DeAnna from asking for a vegetarian recommendation. The Majestic is big on steak. Which we knew. So it was no surprise that the vegetarian options were slim. This did not dampen our spirits. We had fantastic drinks and the boys were quite pleased with their delicious-o steaks.
Food = 10 {Drew} 7 {Jamie}
We ate happily, enjoyed the somewhat unconventional jazz performance, and chatted loudly to be heard over the music. As we received our checks, we all agreed that this was just a fantastic experience...
... and right as the boys were signing our bills, a man who we assumed was the manager came over to our table. We assumed (wrongly) that he was checking on our experience and making sure we'd had a magnificent time. He was not.
He informed us that he had received some complaints about our noise level, that people were trying to listen to the jazz, and asked that we keep it down. No really. That's what he said.
We were all seriously dumbfounded. Like, we thought he was joking. We were signing our checks and obviously getting ready to leave. Not to mention the music was loud. I'm still seriously confused about the whole situation.
Really Rude & Ill-Timed Waiter = 0
I was seriously sad because that guy put such a bad taste in my mouth and really ruined the whole experience for me. We were just saying how much we loved the whole experience. And then that happened. Boo.
We left the restaurant. But we didn't let that ruin our night. We headed to Manifesto for a nightcap.
Manifesto is supposed to be a speak-easy type place below the Rieger Hotel. I had texted for a reservation but they told me just to show up. We walked around like idiots trying to find the place... feeling like maybe we aren't cool enough for such a thing. When we finally found it, we realized we definitely aren't cool enough as there was a crazy wait for a table.
I don't like waiting for booze, so we hopped across the street to Affare. It was here that we saw the greatest mustache of all time*. And we took the only pictures of the night.
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Okay, so I'm going to pretend the whole stinky-waiter/manager butthole thing didn't happen and try to give an objective restaurant review.
The Majestic was really a great experience (minus you-know-what). If you are looking for a nice dinner out and are thinking of going somewhere like Capital Grill or Plaza III or some place like that for a nice steak dinner, think of The Majestic instead. The bartender alone is worth it! Just please remember to keep your voices down.
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**Important to the story later, so remember this information
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