Review: Feeney's - Phoenix
Tara was in a steak mood tonight. Normally, we do Outback, since she likes the steaks and I can usually find something. Tonight, I decided to consult the Chowhound Southwest Oracle. I ran across Feeney's mentioned in the Hidden Gems thread. I did some Googling to get some idea of price and menu, and what I found seemed to be something that would work. We jumped in the car and headed to Feeney's, which is located just south of Maryland on 12th Street.
After a short trip down the 51, we exited Glendale and headed south on 12th. Feeney's was easy to find and we parked out front. Several people were enjoying beverages on the small patio near the front door. We entered and it was a long, low building. Rough-hewn boards and exposed brick walls segmented the space. A small waiting lounge was on the immediate left, with two dining rooms beyond it on the left. On the right was the bar, followed by another small dining room, and at the far end was the salad bar/kitchen, and another long dining room on the right side of that. The hostess seated us in the small dining room adjacent to the bar. We were at a four-top and had the small four table room to ourselves. A doorway connected it to the bar, so we got to experience drunk guys getting excited at the Diamondbacks game or loudly singing along badly with Paul Simon.
Shortly after we saw down, a waitress who seemed to be at the wrong restaurant took our drink order. She was dressed in heels and basically a naughty schoolgirl outfit, complete with a plaid miniskirt that Tara estimated was about four inches too short and ten years too young for her. She took our order for my iced tea and Tara's Sprite. As she was getting them, an elderly waiter came in and listed off a lengthy list of specials. One that got my attention was a chicken special, which I ordered. Tara got the 10-ounce sirloin. We both got a baked potato and the salad bar. A baked potato or rice, and soup or salad bar were included with the entrees.
Just as we were about to get our salads, a wrapped basket of warm bread was dropped off. It contained slices of pumpernickel and rye bread along with soft butter patties. We put the napking back over the bread and went to get our salads. The salad bar was fairly basic. A big bowl of chopped iceberg lettuce with bowls of sliced veggies, a few types of mixed salads (macaroni, potato, etc) and several vats of dressing. One nice touch was that the metal salad bowls were chilled. We loaded up and headed back to the table.
When we got back to the table, we found the waiter dropping off a small pitcher of iced tea so I could keep my glass filled. It more than lasted me the whole meal. However, refills for Tara's soda proved problematic. Even though we were right next to the waitress area of the bar, the waitress/hooker made no effort to refill Tara's empty glass. The waiter would pass by without glancing in our direction as he wandered in and out of the bar and the two dining areas across from us. We finished our salads and the bread and it was still empty after a very long period. I went to the bathroom and when I got back the entrees had arrived and her drink was refilled, but only after she explicitly asked him to fill it. Oddly enough, after it was refilled, the waitress popped her head in and asked if we were doing ok with drinks. Timing is everything I guess.
The meals themselves were really good. Tara really enjoyed her steak. The center was done to the medium she asked for, but the edges were definitely medium-well. Still, that didn't bother her and she was happy.
My dish, chicken a la Feeney, was a flattened chicken breast wrapped around chopped ham and mozzarella, rolled in panko. It was covered with a sherry mushroom sauce. It was very good. All the flavors came through and I liked it a lot. The baked potato was somewhat small and didn't look very appetizing, but it tasted fine. I didn't eat a lot of it due to wanting to save room for dessert.
Once we finished our entrees, I ordered a slice of the mudd pie. I've loved mudd pie since first trying some at a restaurant my mother worked at in the early 80s. This version sounded a lot like that one. Mocha ice cream, chocolate crumb crust, chocolate topping, whipped cream and nuts. This one arrived and we were disappointed. While it looked good, it was rock hard. I'm fairly sure liquid nitrogen was involved in the cooling. I had to use my fork and spoon (my knife was removed with my plate earlier) along with help from Tara to cut the pie into a manageable piece. Another letdown was the chocolate sauce. It was applied to the pie when it was made, so it was ice cold as well. The chocolate crust, essentially crushed oreo-type cookies, was only on the very bottom and spotty at that. While the dessert had promise, it was just too cold and the chilled chocolate was like taffy to Tara. I used to make mudd pie with all these same ingredients all the time, along with a homemade chocolate sauce, and it was far superior. Not a great end to the meal.
When we were done, we asked for the check set it and the credit card on the table. And waited and waited and waited. Apparently we became invisible. I watched our waiter go into the room directly across from us at least 10 times and into the room just beyond it as many. He'd walk into the bar next to us empty handed, talk, and leave again. The slutty waitress was hanging around there as well, and even walking withing three feet of our table, never glanced our way. After a good fifteen minutes, the waiter walked down the hall, turned, kinda looked surprised we were still sitting there, and grabbed our bill with nary a word. He came back and we got ready to leave. Once thing caught my eye on the bill, namely the pie was charged higher than on the menu. On the way out, I looked at the menu and it was lower than on our bill. I mentioned this to the hostess and they redid the bill correctly with no complaints.
Overall we liked the food. However, the service was not satisfactory on the whole. There were only four tables for the majority of the time we were there, so there was no reason for the drinks not to be topped off. The fairly useless waitress spent most of her time in the doorway to the bar by our table, flirting with the drunk guys and generally ignoring us when we actually needed something. The waiter seemed to forget we were there at all from time to time. Up until when we got the bill, we were fairly happy with the experience. After being ignored for such a long time, however, that faded rapidly. They weren't busy. Being one of only four or five tables with customers out of maybe 20 or so tables, we should have seen or been seen a lot more often. The waitstaff didn't seem to be overburdened. The waitress certainly had a lot of free time. I really hate it when bad service ruins what was essentially a really good meal.
Feeney's A Restaurant & Bar
6314 N 12th St, Phoenix, AZ 85014
Thanks for the review. I have to say that I love Feeney's. It's a total neighborhood place. I used to live down the block. I believe it was a Cork & Cleaver or a Steak & Ale in it's former life.
Sorry to hear that you had service issues. Anytime I've been there, and I'll admit, I go in for drinks more than for meals, I've always had great service. It's a Greek family that owns it and have for quite a while.
It's definitely a quirkly little place. It's not cheap, but I've always found the food really good and the service good too. I hope you'll give it another try.
I guess I need to stop by Feeny's when I'm in town next week too. Geez, I'll need seven meals a day to hit all of the places I want to visit.
personally, i adore feeny's. its up the street and its fabulous, but as with all things- its about expectations.
first of all, can i just say that the highlight each time is seeing what ridiculous outfit the hostess is wearing? last time we went early and an older gentleman with his wife behind us couldn't even order, he was so flustered. we were hysterical. has no one there noticed? said something?
second, i love a real salad bar. i'm convinced that bobby mcgee's lasted as long as it did because of the salad bar. and feeny's is about on par, the plates are cold, the selections are expected, its all good :)
but seriously, its not ruth chris's, nor do i want it to be. its dark, the waiter is a zillion years old, a real old school waiter, which i love. they offer prime rib that is really great, and a massive selection. i don't expect everything to be top notch, but the price is completely reasonable, we enjoy our time there, and the food, if not perfect, is certainly above par. better than black angus or outback, IMO.
but like all things, i believe the love affair with feeny's is mostly ambiance. slutty waitress outfits, hard of hearing waiters, dark stone rooms, and a classic salad bar.... love it.
Next time Tara is in the mood for a good, but reasonable priced steak, check out Frashers. We ALWAYS have had good service and a great meal, hubby gets a steak and I usually order a St Louis style pizza and we split because both are very good. Try their toasted raviolis too, can't go there without ordering those :) It is a little more expensive then Outback(which used to be our 'cheap' steak place), but I think the quality is worth it. Only go to the Outback with my parents now, I think that is the only restaurant my Dad knows about!!!
I saw the previous thread on VonHansons & will have to go on a run there soon (like going on a run to Wisconson to buy beer when I was 18, just dated myself but I don't care ;) bacon is practically its own food group to me, usually I get it from Sunflower Market out of the meat case, beats anything else that I have found not from a specialty store (and Sunflower is pretty close to me)
last night craving drinks and steaks, we headed to feeny's. first, we were pleasantly surprised that we could walk in at 8:30, and totally bummed that slutty waitress was nowhere to be seen. we were feeling like chilling for a bit, so we ordered some drinks and then decided to try the saganaki. It was pretty "eh", but the presentation was cute. the owner (the tall blonde greek woman) was really concerned about whether or not we were happy with everything.
we did the salad bar, and then I couldn't decide between a veal dish or prime rib, but based on the saganaki, decided to go with the prime rib instead. J had the prime steak.
The rib was, as always, perfectly done, no problems. J's steak, which he always gets, came with a bit of a disclaimer.. "this is a baseball cut". J and I exchanged looks, and the waiter suggested he cut into it and see if it was done enough for him or he'd take it back. I immediately knew this was a no win sitch. J refuses to send anything back (he's convinced it angers the kitchen and they will take it out on your food) so instead he just said, "its fine" and ate around the raw center.
on the upshot, the same ambiance we go for was there, but I was disappointed in the fare this time, and suggested that next time we get the yen, we should try cork and cleaver up the road at 32nd street.