|Dress code: ties not required.|
The service? Bad. We were there late, so they only had two other tables to work and yet they managed to avoid us adroitly. Miss Sensation thought our waiter looked like “Maria Callas’s ugly niece,”but he reminded me of Eric Blore and sounded like Peter Lorre. You know he watches cop shows and titters a little too knowingly to himself “Oh, right, like that’s how they question serial killer suspects.”
Food? I suppose there was food, I don’t really recall, something about eggs benedict with a sauce that strongly resembled mayonnaise. Drinks? The Creature from the Blore/Lorre Lagoon denied they could make a Pimm’s Cup even as I looked past his shoulder to the bar where Miss Sensation and I had settled in a couple of weeks ago to discuss over Pimms Cups the sorry state of our respective lives. or “lives.”
On the plus side, there was a very attractive guy near us for Fred and me to ogle. At different points during the afternoon, it seemed likely he was going to mount the young woman he was with. Tragically, it was no go.
In summary, the Brunch Report gives the Four Seasons a C. And an expensive C to boot.