It's seldom that I would begin an IgoUgo review by urging readers to avoid a restaurant at all costs, but Gia is not your typical bad restaurant. Most bad meals are easily forgotten with a resigned shrug of "lesson learned," but my bitterness towards Gia only grows. Please forgive me then if I abuse both Gia's reputation and the reader's goodwill by seeking catharsis with this review. So apologies aside, I might as well say it. Gia is two pounds of shit stuffed in a one-pound sack.
If only because of its small portions, minimalist décor, and glass façade, Gia has staked a claim as Fort Greene's "special occasion" restaurant. For this reason, I recently took Maya there for her birthday, an
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It's seldom that I would begin an IgoUgo review by urging readers to avoid a restaurant at all costs, but Gia is not your typical bad restaurant. Most bad meals are easily forgotten with a resigned shrug of "lesson learned," but my bitterness towards Gia only grows. Please forgive me then if I abuse both Gia's reputation and the reader's goodwill by seeking catharsis with this review. So apologies aside, I might as well say it. Gia is two pounds of shit stuffed in a one-pound sack.
If only because of its small portions, minimalist décor, and glass façade, Gia has staked a claim as Fort Greene's "special occasion" restaurant. For this reason, I recently took Maya there for her birthday, and almost without exception, we enjoyed the food. Moreover, we were seated in front of an impressive, second-floor plate glass window and watched a romantic downpour gracefully wash over Lafayette Street. That said, the attention to detail and service at Gia sucked.
No matter where you dine, a trip to the restroom shouldn't require drying your hands with tissues. And even if a restaurant is "fancy," never is a single dinner roll wordlessly offered from silver tray preferable to a simple basket of bread. Such laconic service seemed to extend throughout Gia's staff and hit its curtest peak when our waitress explained a special we didn't recognize as simply "fish." Sadly, the only time the staff really spoke to us at all was when we were committing an error—once when Maya pulled her chair over to share a bowl of soup and again when they caught us still finishing our drinks five minutes before closing.
I should probably say something more about the food:
- Red Beet Soup ($7.00): Another example of ostentatious serving—the waiter first dropped a dollop of crème fraîche and pickled red onion in an oversized bowl and then poured the soup from a silver teapot. I would have preferred less display and more taste.
- Watercress Salad ($7.00): This was very good—a fun mix of poached pear, crunchy candied walnuts, blue cheese, and honey-Dijon vinaigrette.
- Sea Scallops ($9.00): The fact that only two scallops comprise this dish says it all.
- Skate Fish ($22.00): Maya enjoyed this fish served with crunchy bits of candied lemon, a well-balanced carrot salad, and butter sauce.
- Chocolate Mousse Cake ($8.00): No complaints about this well-presented cake topped by blueberries, raspberry sauce, and a flowered strawberry.
- Strawberry Bavarian Cake ($7.00): The strawberry flavor of this dessert tasted strangely artificial.
We ate all of the above with a 2000 Giesen Pinot Noir ($76) which, in truth, had much to recommend it.
Despite all my complaints, I can't claim that I walked out of Gia unhappy. My mood, however, had everything to do with the company on my arm. You see, even the worst meals are enjoyable with the right company. Happy birthday, baby.
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