Sunday with Special K: CSL, Saddle, Smugglers, and more
With his “I’m Beyonce” episode a distant memory, I hit the town with Special K on Sunday. Here’s a roundup of spots we visited that, on second reading, kind of comes off as a rant. I blame the pollution.
Café St. Laurent
CSL draws a strong Sunday brunch crowd, but would do well to reduce the clash between the quality of the food and drink and the décor - savory eggs Benedict versus sitting on emaciated cushions stippled with cigarette holes; tasty Cappuccino versus gazing at a dirty plastic roof; etc. It’s time to upgrade those seats (try Carrefour, it shouldn’t be too busy these days) and unravel the garden hose. Then again, maybe I’m grouchy because a waiter passed a full glass of water over my laptop and spilled some on it.
The Saddle Cantina
Given the squalls of tree fluff in the New Nali Studio courtyard, we grabbed a table inside the bar. Unfortunately, the staff defeated our efforts by inexplicably opening and closing the retractable rooftop several times thus letting in more of the stuff. Were they bored? Is the roof fun to open? Is tree fluff - which tends to have a magnetic attraction to cocktails - considered festive in Beijing and/or Mexico?
The staff is likable at The Saddle Cantina and sibling establishment The Rickshaw but service, while usually OK, can be sketchy. Too often orders get mixed up or misunderstood, no one is able to work the satellite dish, employees compare cell phone rings instead of paying attention to customers, and so on.
This raises the great mystery of service in Beijing: how can it be good at a relative newcomer like Kro’s Nest and such a struggle at The Rickshaw, Saddle, Revelations, and others? For example, I had lunch at Revelations on Monday- there were about ten tables of people, which only represented about a third of capacity. Even so, the staff needed to reconfirm our order several times, forgot the bread, brought my dish 15 minutes before those of my companions, responded to the confusion over my coffee request by repeating themselves at increasing volume. That said, this spot offers arguably the best-value lunch deal in town, so you take the good with the bad.
OK, rant over.
To return to The Saddle Cantina: Special K found his Mango Mojito weak, while I was impressed with /recommend the Pina Colada Margarita. RMB40 is a pricey for a bottle of Corona, though OK for a literally ice-cold pint of Stella. I can hardly wait to see how this place’s home brew turns out.
Luga’s
With
not a seat to be had outside, we sat in the new section of the bar, which formerly housed a Xinjiang restaurant that reader ET says had good dapanji and the best noodles in town (by the way, don’t be surprised if there is further expansion of Luga’s). We shared an order of beef nachos and chicken quesadilla, both tasty, and enjoyed a few Coronas. Always one to experiment, Special K stuck his finger in the bottle - I take it that he was fishing for the lime slice - and couldn’t get it out. Luckily, the miracle of mechanics (translation: a lot of pulling) allowed him to eventually free it.
The Smugglers
Special K liked the series of small narrow rooms, the sturdy beer house-style tables and benches, and the posters, finding the place simple but pleasant, though a bit quiet (we were the only patrons). The drinks are cheap (RMB25 for a Margarita, RMB10 for a juice) and the portions are small, while the beer specials are good value.
Kokomo
With the winter roof removed just that afternoon, we enjoyed a stiff breeze beneath the stars. Sam Adams at 35 kuai a pop is nice, though the experimental Champagne Mojito needs more time in the lab. The Christmas-type lights above the bar clash with the candlelight at the table - am I supposed to come here to part-tay or chill out? Expect some summer drink specials from this place.
The Boat
People must have been on shore leave, because only a handful of patrons were on board. Then again, it was late Sunday night. The Boat includes upper and lower decks, ample seating and a dance floor. It’s a cool idea, and I’ll return on a busier night to check it out. By the way, it was nice to see generous space devoted to toilets - this saves guys peeing over the side against a headwind.
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Strike 1 against Lugas…
Friday night at the suggestion of a Canadian friend of mine, my lady friend and I tried Lugas for a quick dinner. Mistake.
We arrived at about 9.20, to find the place virtually. full. No problem said the waitress, who whipped a folding table out and retrieved two chairs from around the place. She left us with menus. We selected drinks and food and waved a waiter down.
Twenty minutes later we waved down the Manager/Owner-type guy. “Where are our drinks and food?” we asked. When he said they are very busy, I pointed out that the table next to us sat down at least 10 minutes after us, yet they already had drinks. “They ordered beer,” he replied. “You ordered cocktails.” Nevertheless he scurried off and within a few minutes our drinks arrived. This was just as well, as the chips and dip that we ordered arrived at the same time. That dip calls for a serious drink to wash it down.
Finally just after 10pm I called him over again, and demanded my burrito! I pointed out that the table next to us had got their burrito, and we were still waiting. What did he do in response? He chastised the waitress in front of both our tables and started suggesting to our neighbours that they should give up their by-now-already-started burritos and give them to us, the allegedly rightful owners.
This of course was a crazy idea, more so since the burrito I could see was a small, while I had ordered a large. It is wrong at any time to chastise the staff in front of the diners (shades of Fawlty Towers), wrong to suggest to the other diners that they should hand over the food, and wrong to try to weasel out of the situation. What was wrong with, “Sorry, sir, I will get your meal to you right away.”
The burrito arrived at about 10.15, almost an hour after we sat down. At least it was a great burrito.