A Reviewer Gets Kicked Out of Per Se in the Classiest Manner Possible
Immaculate Infatuation founder Chris Stang recently found himself reviewing a dinner for four at Per Se (which, we can’t do that much math, but whoa, that is a serious expense account) in which an internationally traveling party member found herself coming in late off a flight — 45 minutes late to be exact — but Stang chose to explain the situation to the staff and hope for the best.
The party was eventually seated and treated to dinner in full, but instead of being asked to leave after clearly having overstayed their reservation, they were treated to a “tour of the kitchen” that ended with the foursome exiting out a back door and landing in the foyer where the hostess was waiting with their coats: “About three minutes into our boring and seemingly pointless walkthrough, it occurred to me what was happening. We were being tastefully ejected.”
Chris writes [emphasis ours]:
“Clearly this situation is unique, and hopefully not something you’d encounter if you decided to visit Per Se. But it’s also not our first bad experience here. There seems to be this thing at Per Se where the staff acts like it’s your privilege to be in their restaurant. Instead of a warm welcome, it feels more like you’ve been granted access to the king’s palace, and they’re worried that you’re going to act like a commoner. Even when we came here previously to eat in the salon, our waiter treated us like we were sitting at the kid’s table during family dinner, and I wasn’t even the one who ended up spilling the wine. This guy dribbled on our placemat when he poured both of our glasses, and then he just walked away. That doesn’t happen at Daniel, no matter where you’re sitting. Then again, the staff at Daniel will also give you a tour of the kitchen that doesn’t end in sadness. All you have to do is ask.”
Dang, Keller staff, YA GOT BURNT.
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