In a city as rife with delightful food options and culinary superstars, Drew Nieporent's Corton sorely misses the mark. On what should-have-been an otherwise slow Monday evening in the midst of a recession, our party was ignored, insulted, and most of all dissapointed.
Our waiter was curt at best, more akin to a diner waitress than to the suited gentleman he pretended to be. Our food arrived at a glacial pace, no less than an hour between each course, and it required repeated inquiries before we could receive any bread. Most dissapointing of all, however, was the lack of an explanation for the poor service given the number of times we asked whether something was the matter.
Most New Yorker's know that fine restaurants earn their keep with their wine list. We would have been more than happy to oblige, had anyone actually responded to our requests for the wine menu. Even a glass of water was hard to come by. And, the list of complaints goes on.
In a nutshell, while the food was marginal at best (relative to other fine establishments like Daniel, Bouley, Per Se, or Jean Georges) given the dissapointing service and the density of other fine restaurant choices in the area, passing on Corton is an easy decision.