All reader reviews by rebecca

Trader Vic's

One might argue that if you're going to a tiki bar beneath the Park Lane Hilton you deserve all you get. However, I would at least have expected decent service, and this was sorely lacking. A hot buttered rum took 30 minutes to arrive. Actually, it only took twenty, then it came and apparently it wasn't hot enough so they had to disappear again for another ten, with no apology. Glasses of water, asked for at the beginning of the meal didn't turn up until after the rum, and the fillet steak sandwich, 'rare', was almost indistinguishable from my friend's burger (cooked to death, toasted stale burger bun, sad lettuce and a piece of meat that had certainly never seen the inside of a cow's back).

The nicest thing I had all night was the oyster that was forced on me by a drooling banker, (the profession, and the slang), who decided to burden us with his presence for half an hour.

The only good thing I have to say about the place was that when I asked for the 15% service to be taken off the bill, the waitress did it with no fuss. Unsurprising really, it probably happens all the time.

If you like paying through the nose for average food and drink, being dribbled on by sad middle aged men, or sandwiched between banks of floppy haired, braying public school boys then Trader Vic's is your place.

Friday, December 12, 2008
Overall rating
Food 2 | Service 1 | Atmosphere 4 | Value for money 0