Roof Garden Café and Martini Bar
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Pssimo! No h muito a dizer, atendimento antiptico e pouco eficiente, preos ridiculamente altos para uma qualidade deficiente e insuficiente.…
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God help you if you're a coeliac and need something to eat!. As always, this review is primarily from my point of view as a coeliac and therefore, som…
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Balcony V Basement?. At the Balcony Bar the frosty host/hostess scanned us like we were bugs. Cocktails were quite expensive but well made at the corr…
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4 Reviews on “Roof Garden Café and Martini Bar”
Pssimo! No h muito a dizer, atendimento antiptico e pouco eficiente, preos ridiculamente altos para uma qualidade deficiente e insuficiente.
God help you if you’re a coeliac and need something to eat!. As always, this review is primarily from my point of view as a coeliac and therefore, someone on a strict gluten free diet. Well things got off to a really bad start here. Most days, the Roof Garden Caf only does beer, wine and nibbles. The view of the New York sky line is, however, stunning, but the its only reason to go up there. There is a lift that goes straight from the first floor to the fifth (i.e. the roof terrace), but it is not for the use of us mere mortals, only members of Metropolitan Museum of Art. So we have to take a lift to the fourth floor, which is again reserved for members only (with another exclusive dining lounge); guarded by a member of the museum staff (just in case there is any chance of us coming into contact with their divine presences). Its then a walk up a rather narrow staircase to the roof. The Balcony Lounge on the second floor is yet another holy of holies for members only and the Great Hall Balcony Bar is only open Friday and Saturday Evenings. Thus, after 15 minutes, we eventually stumbled on a poster detailing all of the dining options in the Met. The Petrie Court Caf and the American Court Caf looked somewhat out of our price range. So about 30 minutes after we thought if might be a good idea to go have a cup of coffee, we eventually found ourselves at the cafeteria (the absence of the upper case is surely significant). And then the fun begins. By now, after a lacklustre breakfast in my hotel (but thats a different review) Im really ready for something to eat. Nobody in the cafeteria has a clue what they are serving. For all they care it might as well be polystyrene chips. Its not their fault and Im very calm and polite, but inside Im a boiling pot of pure fury. I eventually track down someone who looks like she might be in charge of something. I ask her what there is here thats gluten free and emphasise that its really important that I know this because I can’t eat gluten on account of having coeliac disease. About 5 minutes later she comes back. Apparently, all I can eat are packets of chips (thats potatoes crisps to us Brits) and food from the salad bar. The salad bar is just that, theres some lettuce, grated carrot, radishes, cucumber, grated red cabbage, grated cheese and (oh my god) some cubes of dubious-looking meat that turns out to be chicken. Oh and about half a dozen dressings to drizzle over it all and make it taste of something. But what other option do I have? Theres nowhere I can eat my own food, if Id brought any (which I hadnt). I guess I might have been able to leave the museum, eat something and come back, but I was with other people. So Im reduced to paying $13.50 for a regular coffee and an indifferent plate of greens. Is it any wonder I spent the rest of the afternoon pissed off?
Balcony V Basement?. At the Balcony Bar the frosty host/hostess scanned us like we were bugs. Cocktails were quite expensive but well made at the correct temperature and quickly served; fast turnover seems to be the modus operandum.Avoid lunch at the basement ‘Public’ cafe though; I am from Ireland and have had some bad sandwiches in my gastronomic career but here I had the worst yet, a $12 grilled chicken sandwich. Rubbery chicken (partly cooked refrigerated then reheated). wilted transparent lettuce, tasteless tomato, on a cold burger bun with cold fries. Worthy of a kids bus trip to the zoo.I was mortified and complained.The chef took another plate with marginally fresher greens and simply transferred the chicken experiment to it! Very disappointing for such a great institution.
Great Surprise. After hours of browsing, we were hungry and thought it would be nice to sit out on the balcony for some coffee and to recharge. We were right! We split the chickpea bruschetta, which was phenomenal. Really fresh, great tasting ingredients, and way more than we expected for the price. That was enough for two, so we didn’t try any other dishes. Coffee was good too.