Cafe Milano Sucks
Normally, on The Liquid Muse, I share things I enjoy with my readers. I try to keep it light. I don't like to be a "Debbie Downer."
However, I have to get this off my chest.
Last night, an editor took me to Cafe Milano. I was interested to see what the hype was about.
I admit that their full page ads, of nothing but an almost naked girl, did little to entice me into the place, previously. (Hello... can we scream "Here's the eurotrash!" any louder?)
Still, I'm always up to check out a "hotspot."
What a disappointment.
Firstly, it was LOUD. The place gave me a headache. A few rugs would surely help absorb the echo.
And, it was crowded. Not with the otherworldly gorgeous male and female runway models as implied by the ads. It was the same old stuffy, suited, obnoxious people one would see elbowing their way down K Street.
The thing that pushed me from disappointment to disgust, however, was the service.
I often sit at a bar and ask, "What's your specialty drink?" Most bartenders enjoy showing off their creative talents. At the very least, its an opportunity for them to pour whichever premium liquors they wish into a glass, and be perfectly justified, because I left it to their discretion.
This guy, however, just looked irritated and said, "I don't have one" and stared at me blankly. So, I tried to cajole him into a friendly exchange saying, "Oh come one. Every bartender has a specialty." He practically rolled his eyes and replied, "Vodka, on the rocks."
That was the first moment I formulated the words in my mind, "Cafe Milano sucks."
I ended up with a blueberry mojito. It was a mojito. With blueberries. Yawn.
I'll spare the rest of the sordid details but in a nutshell:
-food: average. especially for a place with those prices. very average.
-drinks: average, at best
Oh - and did I mention the air conditioning didn't work?
Overall, my evaluation is that Cafe Milano sucks.