With my MIL here, Jerry and I got out to enjoy a date night last night. We figured we may as well take advantage of a free babysitter and what may be our last remaining days before Caleb arrives to enjoy a night together. So, Jerry went to all this effort to seek out a restaurant he thought would be great and secure us reservations. It was in downtown Miami, overlooking Biscayne Bay, the menu online looked fabulous, yet affordable, and we figured a splurge on a fancier place was worthwhile since we don't often do it. It was called Amuse.
We get there for our 8:15 pm reservation and we are the ONLY people in the place. Uh-oh... Granted, it was a small, intimate place with only 7 tables, so we thought, "Well, it's Miami, maybe the place won't start filling until 9." It never filled. We were the ONLY table the entire time! That was our first sign.
Secondly, the moment we stepped in there, I thought the whole atmosphere was just trying too hard -- everything about the decor and the music, etc were just a strange combination of pretention and tacky-trendiness. I mean, techno background music in a place that's billed as "the perfect place for couples"? No. Wrong. And the "view of Biscayne Bay"? Yes, the bay was out there, but you were gazing across the road at it.
The server was friendly and greeted us promptly (really, what else did she have to do?) and gave us a serving of fried plantains with salsa and guacamole, but...I quickly determined that the salsa had to be Pace Picante. I don't eat that shit at home, why would a restaurant of supposedly high caliber serve it? Another warning sign. We ordered our meals, and after the server left, we made light of the Pace Picante and did our best to enjoy ourselves and chat over the annoying techno music in the background.
Our appetizers were awesome -- I had this "inside out BLT" that was truly one of the most innovative and tasty things I've ever had -- so it seemed to be looking up. But then that was the highlight of the meal; from there, it was downhill. Our entrees were disappointing, at best (I had a risotto that I could have made better), and I actually would have preferred to bypass the dessert entirely rather than struggle through the few bites of it that I did ingest.
So, in short, the place sucked. And it was not cheap.
But, as we drove home laughing and criticizing the place, we reasoned that at least it made for a good story.
Ah well, you never know what a place is really like until you try it, but friends, if you travel to Miami, I do NOT recommend Amuse!
As for today, Jerry took the day off work, and he and his mom took Norah to the beach, so I have most of the day in front of me without child, husband or MIL. Whatever shall I do with myself? Is it weird that I think I'm gonna clean the bathrooms?