posted on August 2, 2009 at 8:54 am
Moon and I have been regulars of Varasano’s since they opened–we love our pizza. One thing that has always irked me–aside from the severe inconsistency with the pies–is how self-important Varasano seems and the trickle down effect on the service. I don’t know why, but I hate being asked if this is my first time dining somewhere. And it happens every single time I go to Varasano’s, where the mostly inept servers launch into a long Stepford-esque spiel about Jeff’s many accomplishments (including the Rubik’s Cube nerdfest), all of the national press he’s received and direct you to that horrible slideshow on the front plasma. I took it all in stride because I love(d) Varasano’s pizza on its good days–even though I have yet to see Jeff in the kitchen on any of my numerous visits. But, people, this inane table tent pushed me over the edge last weekend.
I understand you may need to explain certain details of particular dining styles if we are taking about a churrascaria
for instance. But do we really need to be told how to eat pizza??? I find it insulting and equally ridiculous that the signage seemingly indicates that eating the pizza with a knife and fork is taboo. Well, here is a little truth: This is NOT a New York street slice. You actually do need a knife and fork lest the inherent juiciness ruin your favorite outfit. Pure douchebaggery.
And while I am ranting, I have to add that our last visit was less than stellar. Actually, the pizza was incredibly bland and soggier than ever. Moon actually looked a little heartbroken and sadly whispered the place “has lost its magic.” I couldn’t have agreed more. And Moon Junior stopped eating it after two slices, which is extremely abnormal for a child that *LOVES* pizza and will eat just about anything
–even chicken feet at dim-sum.
I am by no means damning Jeff’s restaurant or attempting to discredit him. But the truth is the truth. The service is and has been horrible since the place opened. And the pizza is as temperamental as my Jew fro. You can’t phone it in when it comes to restaurants. And doing so in this economy is pure suicide.