Lucia's Restaurant and Wine Bar
1432 West 31st Street
It's the kind of place whose web site has a flash page intro called "atmosphere". It's the kind of place whose menu only has six breakfast items. It's the kind of place where they carry a tray of fresh pastries to your table right before your food arrives. The kind of place where they'll garnish your scrambled eggs with a tortilla chip "haystack", and they'll arrange your "French-style" omelet so lovingly around its brie cheese and mushroom filling that you'll almost miss the fact that there was nothing really special about the omelet to warrant such care.
We arrived on the verge of death with hunger. Why we allow this to happen to ourselves week after week is beyond me. Judy had an excuse: She was working all night, on call, delivering the babies. I, on the other hand, got up at 6:30, ran for 40 minutes, and then sat around all morning waiting for the club to convene. Did I eat? No, I just drank a cup of coffee. This means that the full effect of the caffeine hit me hours before food arrived to ameliorate it, and so my hunger turned manic and urgent. It also means that our first attempt at finding breakfast at a new spot (Duplex now serves breakfast on weekends), which failed (check that: Dupex now serves breakfast on Sundays), almost made me weep with frustration. Lucia's was open. Jimmy's objections were not strong enough to qualify as a veto, but he did threaten to order two entrées because he's eaten at Lucia's before and he knows the artful arrangements sometimes act as camouflage for small portion size. All of which is to say that our mood upon entering the restaurant was grim, with a side of slap-happy. This was hungry, ornery crew of breakfasters.
Judy's first complaint was about the coffee (skim milk latte). "I hope it's not cold," she said before she even sipped it. Take note: She's obsessive about coffee temperature. Beau just wants a constant refill stream with plenty of cream. Judy wants her coffee to scald her tongue and warm her chronically cold hands through the mug. Perhaps her words were prophetic. By Judy's definition the coffee was cold. Pronounce the word "cold" with a scowl, and you'll know exactly how she felt about this turn of events.
Fern's beef was with the menu. She as you may recall, doesn't really like breakfast. The menu was the typical high-end brunch menu, but with none of the lunch-y kind of options. There were fancy pancakes and egg dishes, but no sandwiches. In fact, the menu was so limited, that she was forced to go against type and order something that sounded a little bit like a breakfast burrito (scrambled eggs with guac and black beans and a haystack of chips). She declared the haystack "annoying", probably because moving it off to the side slowed her intake of food slightly. Did I mention that we were hungry?
I ordered the brie and mushroom omelet, because I like brie. I was thinking that such an upscale place would put some fancy 'shrooms in there to go with the brie and I'd be all kinds of satisfied. I should not have assumed that the mushrooms would be anything but butter-sauteed buttons. If I hadn't maybe my disappointment wouldn't have surfaced at grading time. I'm not really sure what made the omelet "French-style", but the egg part was thick and puffy around the cheese and mushrooms.
The potatoes divided our family. Judy thought they were good. They did have real potato flavor and lots of good seasoning. I just thought they were typically under-done. Come on, people, everybody likes their potatoes crispy. So crisp them up, already. How hard can it be?
Eventually, as enough of the food entered my system, I was able to look around with a less jaded and unhappy eye. Food is good that way. It makes me less crazy, especially when I'm just crazy with hunger. Still, and here's the real summary of Lucia's, everything we ordered was unloved. Nothing made us say, "Oh, wow, this is good." No one looked at anyone else's plate and said, "Ooo, I wish I'd gotten that." I expect the high-end breakfast to wow me a little bit. I want to fall in love with some part of it. Otherwise, I can just go to a dinner, and eat cheap food that tastes fine, and I don't have to move the garnish aside so I can eat it.
Fern ~ C-, mostly because she didn't really want anything on the menu.
Judy ~ B-, heavily influenced by other peoples' grades and cold coffee
Jimmy ~ C+, and he got enough to eat because he ate the rest of Judy's omelet
Alex ~ B, fancier mushrooms and crispier potatoes would have raised it to an A