Returning to an old stomping ground is always a bit of a gamble. I used to work in the Gables and Tap 42 was a regular spot for me back when the service was as sharp as the drinks. Unfortunately, this Sunday brunch felt less like a happy reunion and more like we were invisible.
We were seated when the restaurant was fairly empty, which you’d think would guarantee attentive service. Instead, we sat there for about ten minutes without a single greeting. I’m not a high-maintenance guy, but I generally prefer to order my food before I start contemplating retirement. I eventually had to get up and ask the hostess to send a search party to find us a waiter. It definitely feels like the service standards have gone downhill since my days as a regular here. To make matters worse, there was a stack of dirty plates at the bar that greeted us when we walked in and was still there when we left. I think they might be part of the lease agreement now.
The frustrating part is that the food is still genuinely excellent. The kitchen is firing on all cylinders, but the front of the house seems to be operating on a delay. If you have infinite patience, the meal is worth it, but don't expect the snappy service this place used to be known for.