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Last night my girlfriend and I had dinner at Crave on 42nd. 8 o'clock reservations, first table, didn't care for it. Requested another table by the window and they gladly accommodated us. The server was friendly and we were set to enjoy a great meal. Started with the jumbo sea scallops and the apple bacon & baby spinach salad. Both were delicious and we couldn't wait for the entrees. The lady had the "sassy" sea bass and I had the hoisin and cider pork tenderloin. Food comes out, but the presentation has sunk dramatically. What happened? The food literally looked semi-thrown on our plates. No big deal, ultimately, its about how the food tastes, right? My girlfriend's sea bass was so delicious. My tenderloin, not so much. I was told it would be spicy(red chili) and it was...but, that's really all I tasted. No hoisin or cider...Oh, I could taste the grill it was cooked on. Slightly charred on one side and conveniently facing down on the plate, kind of hidden. Unfortunately, the carbon-like flavor of my first and only bite of tenderloin could not be disguised. I stayed positive and ordered something else, the Hanger steak med rare. The manager informs me it would be cooked in the oven, not on the grill. Well, 35-40mins later and still no steak? Its med rare, not well. My girlfriend tries to stretch her dish out, but is now finish. To add insult to injury, the server then offers more bread that we never got to begin with and then serves me a Stella draft that has more head than beer(not kidding). The manager returns with a pseudo-apology on the whereabouts of my steak, and at that point I end the misery and ask for the check. Chef Martin was very hands on with all the tables, except ours of course. It was funny, he kinda avoided us the whole night. Passed by numerous times, but not a word. Great start, Bad finish. The dining experience totally went south and I don?t mean "southern hospitality" either. Its sad, I wanted to like this place...but we won't be going back.
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