Bobby, Bobby, Bobby… I was really excited about eating at Bobby Flay’s steakhouse in Atlantic City at the Borgata Casino. I tried to not have high hopes for this meal but I couldn’t help myself. My parents have said good things about, other people have told me good things, and it has Bobby Flay’s name to it. But it was a sad, forgettable, and expensive meal.
We had tickets for Kathy Griffin (who was freakin’ hysterical) at Borgata and figured we’d tried out Flay’s steakhouse before the show. It’s a very large, open atmosphere, albeit noisy though. Service started out pretty flawless, very attentive. Tables were very close together… a little too closer for comfort if you ask me.
I started with a glass of Riesling. This was probably the best part of my meal. It was perhaps, one of the best glasses of Riesling I’ve ever had. It was Hermann Weimer, ‘Semi-Dry’, Finger Lakes, 2005. I will definitely be on the lookout for a bottle of that.
Let’s start with the bread basket. Out came four or five rolls, one was a mini ciabatta roll that was so tough to chew, I could hear my jaw pop. The other rolls were a Parker House-type Sourdough. And when I say sour, I mean SOUR. They left a weird after-taste, plus they were a little doughy in the middle, suggesting they weren’t cooked all the way through. The butter served with the bread basket was hard as a rock. I hate that. I want to spread the fat on my bread, can you allow me that one little pleasure? Instead, rock solid butter that only rips apart your roll as you attempt to spread it.
Next up, Steamed Littleneck Clams, Jersey Shore style. The waiter said these came in a garlic-butter broth, Bobby’s version, and he added, not sure what Jersey shore Bobby got these from. Interesting, because I eat clams all the time and often it’s in a garlic-butter broth. But I digress. The first few clams were good, not great, the sauce was alright, flavors were almost missing. But a few clams in and yuck. Grit. Lots of it. Each clam I took was grittier. Terrible. Don’t these people watch Top Chef? Clean those mollusks!!!
For my main entree I ordered Filet Mignon Louisiana, hold the dry rub (the waiter mentioned it was spicy), medium rare (how I always order my filet). This was two petit filets, one with Bernaise sauce, the other with a lobster-bisque type sauce with 3 morsels of crawfish. This was accompanied by two whole crawfish. The sauces were terrific, could have done with some more crawfish on top. The one filet was cooked perfectly. The other….not so much. There wasn’t any pink to it at all and the outside was charred, crispy, burnt.
I also ordered a side of Smashed Potatoes with goat cheese, chives, and creme fraiche. These were very underseasoned and a bit of salt would have helped them along. Plus, they came out several minutes after I got my filet. Bad timing.
The husband ordered the Philadelphia Style Strip Steak with provolone cheese sauce and carmleized onions and a side of Roasted Asparagus with green peppercorn vinegarette and a glass of Guiness. He ordered his steak medium and it was pretty rare. He did say the cheese sauce was very good as was the asparagus.
We planned on getting dessert but because the service slowed down to a halt we had to leave. The bill came to roughly $150, too much for mediocre food. Bobby Flay Steak just didn’t live up to the hype I’ve read or heard. There are far too many other dining options in AC for me to try out next time….