New York service is legendary and seems better than ever. But sometimes it can be a pain in the ass.
i eat dinner with Stephen Claypole, legendary ex BBC news exec who has been running a photo start up in NYC for 18 months. The restaurant is Django’s an upmarket midtown fusion place.
The food is more than good but we get one of those ‘and tonight’s speciality is seared this on a bed of that with overtones of ...’
she moves on to the wine and after 3 full on minutes of what she really wants us to choose, we ask just how much it is.
‘The bottle is $75 sir’.
we settle for something that costs around the price of a main course (or entree as the americans irritatingly call it) rather than four times the price as recommended by the real sommelier, and a pretty good pinot noir it is as well.