There are some restaurants we come across in our lifetime that hold special meaning to us. Whether it’s the bar around the corner where you can get a greasy burger and fries, hardly ever pay for your drinks, and everybody knows your name, or the quaint neighborhood bistro that’s been around just long enough to watch you grow up, precious moments are best shared at those places where you not only feel like you’re known, but appreciated as well.
Last Saturday night my best friend and her husband (same girl I’ve dined with here, here, and here) wanted to celebrate the fact that they were in the process of buying a new car (their first car as a married couple), and my boyfriend and I wanted to celebrate his successful first year of law school (grades finally came in!). The men decided on Clancy’s, and my friend and I could not have been more excited. Located on Annunciation Street, Clancy’s is a place that we had all been to many times, and had come to expect an excellent meal and pristine service. I am sad to say that this particular evening was an anomaly.
Our reservations were for 8:30 p.m. and we started the night off with a round of top-shelf cocktails, and then placed our order for appetizers and entrees. Appetizers took roughly 30 minutes to get to us, then we ordered two bottles of wine, which we eventually had to ask about, because, after 15 minutes we still didn’t have wine glasses on the table. Our waitress seemed frazzled, constantly coming up with one liners and excuses like “Oh, I’ll try to light a fire under it” and “I have an army working behind me, I’ll try to speed them up”, whenever we would inquire as to where the heck our food or wine was. To save myself from completely reliving the terrible service nightmare of that evening and from turning this into one big complaint of a post, I’ll leave it at this: Reservations for 8:30, entrees were not put on the table until after 10:30. In addition, we watched a table of four come in after us, get seated in our waitress’s section, eat, and leave before we had even gotten our entrees. We watched this happen at least three times with other tables as well. By the end of the evening we all agreed that it felt deliberate, considering we overheard other tables thanking our waitress for a wonderful evening. Ouch.
No complaints about the food because once it finally got to the table, everything was hot and delicious. We had the Fried Oysters with Brie (a personal favorite of mine), Crabmeat Salad, Turtle Soup, Smoked Pork Loin, Seared Scallops, Paneed Veal, and Grilled Baby Drum with Smoked Salmon. Flavors were rich, seafood was fresh, meats were perfectly cooked, and I loved that okra made an appearance on my plate. All in all, we were able to make light of the evening, considering we’re young and had nowhere to be, but all agreed to vehemently oppose sitting in this particular waitress’s section again (she only waitresses a few nights out of the week, so that shouldn’t be too hard). Clancy’s is definitely worth the trip but I suggest an earlier reservation and avoiding the monster known as the “Saturday night ‘Army of one’ waitress”.
I had originally ordered the Lobster Risotto, but they were out, so I ended up getting the Seared Sea Scallops with Preserved Lemon Butter. They were very, very good but the portion is quite small for the $28 price tag.