In researching some past reviews of my experiences at Langosta / Pop’s I visited Chow to search some of my reviews. I’ll be perfectly honest @coldbeer70 I thought you were being a little rough on @Oshingurl, and personally I thought you might have had an ax to grind with her. Interestingly I found these posts, one by MGZ (@MZ where the hell are you buddy???) who in general was a big fan of Langosta, pretty much verifying everything you are claiming about Marilyn and Langosta. There was an entire thread dedicated to the “elitist” attitude of the restaurant and staff. Mind you both of these are from 2009, so it seems this has been a long standing issue (copy pasted from Chow)
MGZ Apr 23, 2009 10:35 AM
I intended to illustrate the hypocrisy emerging at Langosta in the hopes that it can be remedied. My encounters with Marilyn, Scott, and those who appear to be close to them, suggest that they would be dismayed to learn that Langosta was becoming elitist. It is, however, one of the few places where I think bringing attention to the issue might help.
I am probably one of the last people who should raise this issue. I have never received anything but excellent to special attention at any of the Schlossbach establishments. Believe me, I could’ve had Seal’s table by 8 o’clock . . . I will get my tequila refilled before the bartender bothers to pour your first glass of wine . . . (Get it? Yes, Virginia there is a secret local handshake!). It doesn’t make it right.
Above, I noted that such practices are engaged in everywhere; I too have been guilty of it. Given the quality of the food, Labrador Lounge is one of the most egalitarian places I know. I confess, however, laughing about the bennies with our waitress. Face it, at one time or another each of you was prejudged and pigeonholed.
Part of this< I am certain, is because in the course of waiting on someone for an hour (or two) it’s easy to treat them as the most immediately recognizable cliché. Maybe you really are comfortable as the cliché and therefore don’t mind – fine, it’s still not right. When the fat lady asks for extra butter, the staff laughs! And don’t think that your mispronunciations go unnoticed simply because they were not corrected.
I know this rant has digressed into too broad a point, I am just hopeful that Langosta can stay cool and that perhaps by pointing out this peril they will be aware. After all, sooner or later, you gotta let Barney try!
BTW – “Cousin Eddie”? Why do I waste such good stuff on you people??
Langosta Lounge: really full of itself
jerseyeats | Oct 11, 2009 09:27 AM
So finally my partner and I try LL for dinner. Had been there for drinks once–v. good margaritas and fun atmosphere. Tried to go for dinner last week. Called for a reservation around noon but host practically laughed out loud at the idea of us thinking we could actually get a Sat. nite reservation “that late.” Made a reservation this week, on Friday, for Sat nite.
So partly it’s all the hype and build up, but boy was I disappointed. Table for two was tiny and we sat about a foot away from the next two-top. Then our waitress…my question was, could we get her to crack a smile? Nope. I had narrowed my choice down to 2 entrees and asked for a recc. I don’t eat shellfish, so I don’t know, was her first reply. Then I asked which was more popular. No joy there, either. I figured she hates people and/or her job and just ignored her after that, noting also that our neighbors got exactly the same treatment. But when neighbors left and fashionable couple replaced them, the woman self-importantly ordering a bottle of wine, the waitress transformed: chatting, joking, and–yes–making menu recommendations. I sat there slack-jawed, watching this. I guess she wrote us and first neighbors off as nobodies. After this–though it was check and tip-calculating time–we didn’t see her much. She was too enthralled with new neighbors and I guess other, cooler people. But my favorite moment of all was, when she came to take the check, I tried to tell her, “we don’t need change” but she just snatched it out of my hand and wouldn’t even make eye contact. Wow.
My dish was problem #2. Can’t remember the name but thai-inspired with green and red curry, over black rice, and I chose shrimp. Well, the shrimp was “bait shrimp” or, if you can picture this, much like the shrimp you buy in a little bag at shop rite for $5 and make shrimp salad sandwiches with. I couldn’t believe it. The sauce was EXTREMELY heavy and rich…I swear there was a full can of coconut milk in there and I don’t know what else. I couldn’t finish it and, as I said to my partner, when Ieave rice and potatoes on the plate, you know something’s wrong. At the risk of TMIing you, my stomach was in a state of shock and awe all night. My partner was happy with her salad (arugula, goat cheese), and sushi roll, but I tried them and they weren’t special in any way.
At some point–maybe in warm weather when we can sit outside–I might go back and try the lobster enchiladas. But really a big let-down.