And the hamachi was fishy!
Friday night, xamichee, brumal, Mary, and I headed out to get a bite to eat. We were headed down to see if Hana was still open but brumal was apparently going to traverse the entirety of 15th to get there. As we overshot our destination by an increasing number of blocks, I remembered Liberty, right down the street on the left. They have sushi! And cocktails!! It's perfect. We park and walk inside.
We're greeted quickly by the owner, who assures us a table will be available any moment. Since we're starving, though, he tells us we can start by sitting outside to order food. We can't drink outside but we can at least get started. 20 minutes later, he returns to take our order. As he's doing so, a party leaves one of the large couches inside. They'd been packing up and paying as he walked outside but he hadn't offered the space to us. We asked if we could take the couch; he led us inside to finish the last of our order. I hadn't really looked at the drink menu yet so I wasn't prepared when he began asking for our drink orders. I stammered for a second as I flipped through the pages of the menu, then gave up and ordered my usual-- a vodka and soda with extra lime. The owner chided me for not ordering one of their "artisan cocktails" and said he'd come back in a moment after I'd had the chance to peruse the menu. Within a minute I'd found what I wanted from the cocktail menu-- a Vodka Rickey.
It's a vodka and soda with extra lime.
25 minutes later, the server came by with cocktails for everyone else; she looked surprised by the people-to-drink ratio and said she had one more cocktail coming. She never came back. Five or ten minutes later, the owner came by to ask how our drinks were. He looked at me, swore, and said he thought the server had come by to take my order. I ordered a Vodka Rickey from him; he complimented my selection. I reminded him it's exactly what I'd tried to order in the first place.
Ten or so minutes later, a platter of sushi comes out. The server sets it down and walks away. Each of us have ordered one or two rolls. We have no idea what's what so it's a fun game of trial and error to find out where my food is. My first guess was wrong and I ended up with a mouth full of fish eggs. I don't like fish eggs.
The server asked if we wanted another round as she dropped off the platter. This is the only time we're given a chance to order another round, but we naively think she'll come back so we all decline.
At this point, we've been at Liberty for nearly two hours. We decided to go out to eat because we were hungry. By this time, we should be fat and happy somewhere, working on a post-dinner round of drinks. Instead, we're all just tired, irritable, and completely floored by the shitty service. We're just ready to go.
The server comes by to see if we need anything. We ask for the check. She says she'll be right back. Ten minutes later, the server comes back to see if we need anything. We have to remind her we'd asked for the check.
There isn't one thing the staff did that night that they didn't have to apologize for.
When the check came, not only was my drink on it, but at $1 more than the menu price. I got charged extra to wait 40 minutes for a cocktail. I'm pretty sure a few of the rolls were priced higher on the check than the menu, too, but we don't say anything. We pay, we tip (it's a shitty tip but a tip nonetheless), and we vow to never return.
We're greeted quickly by the owner, who assures us a table will be available any moment. Since we're starving, though, he tells us we can start by sitting outside to order food. We can't drink outside but we can at least get started. 20 minutes later, he returns to take our order. As he's doing so, a party leaves one of the large couches inside. They'd been packing up and paying as he walked outside but he hadn't offered the space to us. We asked if we could take the couch; he led us inside to finish the last of our order. I hadn't really looked at the drink menu yet so I wasn't prepared when he began asking for our drink orders. I stammered for a second as I flipped through the pages of the menu, then gave up and ordered my usual-- a vodka and soda with extra lime. The owner chided me for not ordering one of their "artisan cocktails" and said he'd come back in a moment after I'd had the chance to peruse the menu. Within a minute I'd found what I wanted from the cocktail menu-- a Vodka Rickey.
It's a vodka and soda with extra lime.
25 minutes later, the server came by with cocktails for everyone else; she looked surprised by the people-to-drink ratio and said she had one more cocktail coming. She never came back. Five or ten minutes later, the owner came by to ask how our drinks were. He looked at me, swore, and said he thought the server had come by to take my order. I ordered a Vodka Rickey from him; he complimented my selection. I reminded him it's exactly what I'd tried to order in the first place.
Ten or so minutes later, a platter of sushi comes out. The server sets it down and walks away. Each of us have ordered one or two rolls. We have no idea what's what so it's a fun game of trial and error to find out where my food is. My first guess was wrong and I ended up with a mouth full of fish eggs. I don't like fish eggs.
The server asked if we wanted another round as she dropped off the platter. This is the only time we're given a chance to order another round, but we naively think she'll come back so we all decline.
At this point, we've been at Liberty for nearly two hours. We decided to go out to eat because we were hungry. By this time, we should be fat and happy somewhere, working on a post-dinner round of drinks. Instead, we're all just tired, irritable, and completely floored by the shitty service. We're just ready to go.
The server comes by to see if we need anything. We ask for the check. She says she'll be right back. Ten minutes later, the server comes back to see if we need anything. We have to remind her we'd asked for the check.
There isn't one thing the staff did that night that they didn't have to apologize for.
When the check came, not only was my drink on it, but at $1 more than the menu price. I got charged extra to wait 40 minutes for a cocktail. I'm pretty sure a few of the rolls were priced higher on the check than the menu, too, but we don't say anything. We pay, we tip (it's a shitty tip but a tip nonetheless), and we vow to never return.