travelswithalice

Bistro Milano

55th and 6th.

I couldn't wait to go back to this restaurant as I've had some very enjoyable meals there in the past. This time though, everything was a let down. The food was unremarkable, bordering on bad; the welcome and the service unsmiling, disinterested, disgruntled. The worst part: the profiteroles were stale and the Grand Marnier sabayon that was supposed to accompany them was missing. The waiter said no, there should only be the chocolate sauce, and actually went off to get the menu to prove it! Oh, you mean this, he murmured, as he pointed to the very words on the menu. He then volunteered to check with the chef and came back to inform us that no, the chef didn't make the sabayon today.

Was Basil Fawlty in charge in the kitchen? Had he rushed off to buy the profiteroles from the supermarket and prayed we wouldn't notice the sauce was missing?

However, we had chosen to sit outside and that at least was a good choice. The sun was shining, the air was cool, our table was happy. Never mind the restaurant.

The beautiful blue skies of Sunday suddenly turned nasty Monday morning. So did my tummy. All of which put paid on my plans for the day. Lunch at MoMA and museum browsing all afternoon.