An activity that I muchly enjoy is to dine out. I love love love getting dressed up and walking around the city with that special someone. And don't forget electing the experience of the evening. Those who know me know exactly how much time and consideration goes into picking just the right place. Sometimes I think I get more into discovering the most fitting location (and why it's suitable) than actually carrying through with it.
As another Friday night date-night pulled around, Raz and I contemplated the usual question of what to do and where to eat. We came across option of Martine, as it was the only place left with open reservation slots. Although I had been there on a date with Nelson and had a terrible time, I decided to give it another shot with some new company.
And here is my honest opinion after the jump, again. Firstly, the hostess NEVER smiled. Not like, "Dude, you should smile more often," but as if her smile sensors where physically and mechanically disabled. Then the service was slow, and I mean snail-ass-slow! I'm one to deal with slothful service for amazingly mind-blowing chow, but only amazingly mind-blowing. Sad to say, it was not. We ordered four tapas plates to begin with and the only reason I liked this dish was because I really find all things asparagus quite delightful, especially white asparagus. Like I said, it was not. The stocks were over cooked and the only thing worse than no asparagus is mushy asparagus.
The trip-tip with sweet potato chips were over cooked and the haricot verts were saturated in oil to the point were it almost escaped my mouth disguised as drool.... phew, that was a close one! The peculiar potato cake, however, was yummy until I realized that the chorizo tasted like a jerked pepperoni stick. I prefer my tapas to be more on the fresh side and that usually entails veggies, superiorly seasonal ones, and spices used very lightly, such as saffron or nutmeg, which this was not by any means. But at least the bread was the right amount of soft and hard!
Now on to the decor. Let me just start with how much I absolutely hate mixed decor. Traditional and contemporary just don't work for me together. It looked like the room I had to share with my two sisters when I was in elementary school. We all designed a wall and had our own beddings. You can just imagine how it looked since I was only 7 at the time!
All-in-all, Martine gets a 1 out of 5 stars which means the verdict is 'meh'.
The up side, after dinner Raz and I attended the Downtown Gallery Stroll and we had a grand time.
HAPPY WEEKEND, ALL!
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