It was with great expectations that we decided upon Pergola. There were loads of times that we had prepared to dine at the rooftp restaurant but somehow something or the other came up that changed our plans. Little did we know that fate was warning us.
We got a reservation fast enough and instead of a the sky and the city lights, all we could see were massive pillars and a strange eerie blue light. Why would you design a roof top retaurant that hides its best features, namely the view? There were a few tables on the sides that faced a nice view but the majority were clustered around huge ugly pillars which strangely had wierd smily suns, moons and stars pasted on them.
All would have been forgiven, especially since the service was impeccable but food ruined it all. We started with squid which was rubbery. Also as a starter was vegetable cutlets called by some other name which was ok but over dosed on til. Most of us were having beer which was fine as it wasnt cooked there, but a one person ordered a strawberry milkshake. No strawberry in the natural order of things can be the shocking pink color that the shake was in.
The main course was fish and steamed rice. I have never had a worse fish curry or such sorry looking fish pieces. Not basing my decision on one dish, i ordered the chef's special chicken. It was grey in color and congealed around a sorry looking bone with an overabundance of cinnamon. By now my stomach needed something that managed to get past my taste buds. We ordered a baby potato gravy which fortunately turned out to be edible, but just.
There was a menu according to star signs but that was given after we had ordered our starters and hence couldnt make use of the combo dinners offered there. So to end on an optimistic note, they might have been better.
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How horribly gross for you! I gues we have learnt our lessons about high priced food.
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Sometimes a 'high-class', trendy restaurant is all show.
I once dined at an American restaurant that specializes in north Indian cooking, but unlike the typical north Indian dhabba, at this fancy American restaurant the waiters wore tuxedoes, the dinnerware was silver, the napkins were linen cloth, the furniture and the building were antique, and the manners and presentation were tres elegant.
Notwithstanding the posh display and the high prices, I found something at this fancy American restaurant that I never found in any of the cheap dhabbas where I have eaten in India: a big brown toenail in my entree. Bon apetit.
-- Gregory F. Fegel
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