New heights in pretentiousness


I always get comments with restaurant reviews, so here I go again.

Yesterday, my wife and I met some friends in New Haven to go to the Long Wharf Theatre (excellent production of The Cocktail Hour). After the play we went to a restaurant called Bespoke.

I've been to some pretentious restaurants in my time, but this one really takes the gâteau. We had never been there before, and had just the address on College Street. We walked the block and couldn't find it. The street number was not on the building. That's not the pretentious part. The name of the restaurant was not on the building. It wasn't even on the menu displayed in the window. That's the pretentious part. We figured it out by process of elimination. I guess the message was that if you didn't know where they were, you didn't deserve to eat there.

Food was fair for the price. The waitress complimented my choice of wine. I'm simply amazed at how I always seem to zero in on the one cheap wine on the menu that is a "good choice". Sometime I almost think they're told to say that, but deep inside I know that I'm just an instinctive oenophile.
Posted: Monday - January 29, 2007 at 07:45 PM          

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