It all starts and ends with the service. We were seated in the back of the bar, near the private wine storage lockers. Not exactly an ideal spot, as the waiters had to ask us to move every time a patron requested a bottle from their locker. When our (first) waiter approached, he immediately asked "How long have you been here?", which leads me to believe that sometimes customers seated in this area get ignored or forgotten. We did.
At some point our waiter left and we got another one. Not that anyone introduced him to us. He just showed up and started taking our orders. Eventually he disappeared too, and we had to flag down a busboy to get our check. During the brief period that we had a waiter, he wasn't a good one. He kept removing the wine list from our table, which makes no sense if he wanted us to continue to order. At one point he forgot to bring one of our friends his drink. When we asked for it, he snapped "I thought you said no!! Alright alright!"
Bizarre.
One good thing did come out of this strange situation: the very sweet manager saw us being forced to move for the umpteenth time, and provided us with a complimentary glass of wine and a nice cheese platter.
This tiny act of charity is the only reason why we would return to Tasting Room. After that kind of service, you really need a shot.
