Tonight after Iron Man 3, two friends and I went to Sophia’s for dinner. It’s been a general favorite for years, and we were anticipating a good meal.
The place was almost completely empty, which was a little surprising on a Sunday night. There seemed to be plenty of wait staff, yet it was well over 15 minutes before we got any attention at all; not even waters. Because it took so long, we went ahead and ordered. I started with a cup of their soup of the day, French Onion, plus a house salad. We also got bread and olive oil, which I noticed is now $5 (it used to be free). My friends got salads as well.
The starters arrived quickly, and as requested my soup arrived with the salad. But it was not French Onion soup. There was no bread. There was no cheese. And the soup itself just was not good. It was really sweet. Like sugary sweet. I ate about 3 bites. When she picked it up, she asked if I liked it and I said no, I really didn’t.
Next were our entrees. The filet porto has long been a huge favorite of mine and I got that with the broccoli with asaigo cheese sauce. Mine was to be Medium. One of my friends got the filet as well, medium rare. The other friend got their spicy chicken pasta.
Unfortunately not only was my meat very undercooked for me, but was very tough had a huge piece of silverskin/gristle running through it. I ate maybe 1/3 of it. I don’t think it was filet at all. My friend’s piece was okay, but not great. You know, if I pay $10 for a 4 oz piece of meat, I expect it to be a very nice piece of meat. This was not. My other friend’s pasta was okay, but not that flavorful.
When the waitress came back to the table, I showed her the gristle and the undercooked meat. She said she would “see what she could do.” When the bill came, one of my friends treated us. I didn’t realize until later that they had taken NOTHING off for the uneaten soup or the bad filet. Nothing. So for over $20, I got a salad, 2 bites of soup, 2 bites of meat, and some broccoli.
Maybe it was a very off night. But I sure won’t be anxious to go back any time in the near or distant future. Both service and food were inadquate to say the least.